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E.B.Chapman. 


THE 


CHRISTIAN  YEAR- 


Yes,  if  the  intensities  of  hope  and  fear 

Attract  us  still,  and  passionate  exercise 

Of  lofty  thoughts,  the  way  before  us  lies 

Distinct  with  signs— through  which,  in  fixed  career. 

\s  through  a  zodiac,  moves  the  ritual  year 

Of  England's  Church— stupendous  mysteries ! 

Which  whoso  travels  in  her  bosom,  eyes 

As  he  approaches  them,  with  solemn  cheer. 

Enough  for  us  to  cast  a  transient  glance 

The  circle  through. 

Wordsworth. 


THE 


CHRISTIA 


THOUGHTS  IN  VERSE 


jFor  tfte  Stwtrags  antr  fgoigiraBS 


THROUGHOUT  THE  YEAR. 


In  quietness  and  in  confidence  shall  be  your  strength. 

Isaiah  xxx.  15. 


First  American  Edition. 


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TO 


MY  NEXT  FRIEND 
AND  MORE  THAN  BROTHER, 

THE  REV.   WILLIAM  CROSWELL, 

RECTOR  OF  CHRIST  CHURCH,  BOSTON, 

THESE  PIOUS  BREATHINGS 

OF 

A  KINDRED  SPIRIT 

ARE  MOST  AFFECTIONATELY  INSCRIBED. 

G.  W.  D. 


St.  Marys  Parsonage, 

Burlington,  May  27,  1834. 


The  annual  course  of  God's  great  mystery, 

u  The  Word  made  flesh."    On  that  with  piercing  eye 
The  angels  gaze.    On  that  the  Church  invites 
Her  sons  to  linger.    As  thereon  we  muse, 

On  each  strange  scene,  or  all  together  wove, 
A  wondrous  tissue  like  the  braided  hues 

Which  blessed  the  Patriarch's  sight,  with  eye  above 
Uplifted,  faith  the  dear  memorials  views, 

Signs  of  past  mercy  and  enduring  love. 

Bishop  Mant. 


Xutro&ucttou 


THE    AMERICAN    EDITOR. 


The  Editor's  first  acquaintance  with  the  "  Chris- 
tian Year"  was  accidental.  In  a  little  volume  of 
Conversations  on  the  Sacraments  and  Services  of  the 
Church  of  England,  written  by  a  lady,  those  beauti- 
ful lines,  at  the  opening  of  the  piece  entitled  "Holy 
Baptism" — 

"  Where  is  it,  mothers  learn  their  love  ? 

In  every  church  a  fountain  springs 
O'er  which  the  eternal  Dove 

Hovers  on  softest  wings :" — 

attracted  his  attention,  and  led  him  to  order  it 
through  his  bookseller.  This  was  in  1828,  the  year 
after  its  publication.     The  book,  when  received,  was 


8  Introduction 

read  with  unmingled  delight;  and  no  volume  of 
uninspired  poetry  has  ever  given  him  such  rich  and 
continued  satisfaction.  It  has  seemed  to  him,  as 
Charles  the  Emperor  thought  of  Florence,  a  book  too 
pleasant  to  be  read  "  but  only  on  holidays  ;"*  and 
he  has  thought  of  nothing  more  expressive  of  its  de- 
lightful, tranquillizing  spirit,  than  those  lines  of  holy 
George  Herbert, 

"  Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
The  bridal  of  the  earth  and  sky." 

From  the  time  of  its  first  reading,  the  Editor  has 
never  ceased  to  recommend  it  to  his  personal  friends; 
and  in  the  "  Banner  of  the  Church,"  and  in  other 
ways,  to  call  the  public  attention  to  its  merits. 
Many  copies  have  been  imported  ;  and  there  is  now 
an  increasing  circle  of  admiring  and  delighted  read- 
ers, realizing  for  our  Christian  poet,  what  the  greatest 
of  that  name  desired  for  himself, 

"  Fit  audience,  though  few ;" — 

the  *  magnanimi  pochi,"  to  whom  Petrarch,  kin- 

1    "  When  I  sat  last  on  this  primrose  bank,  and  looked  down 

these  meadows,  I  thought  of  them  as  Charles  the  emperor  did  of 

the  city  of  Florence  ;  that  they  were  too  pleasant  to  be  looked 

on,  but  only  on  holidays." 

Isaac  Walton,  Complete  Angler. 


By  the  American  Editor.  9 

dred  in  more  respects  than  one  with  Milton,  made 
his  sublime  appeal. 

Strangely  enough,  though  the  "  Christian  Year" 
has  passed  through  more  than  twenty-five  editions  in 
England,*  it  found  no  avenue  to  the  American  press, 
until  brought,  last  summer,  to  the  notice  of  the  intel- 
ligent and  liberal  publishers  under  whose  auspices  it 
now  appears.  In  contemplating  an  American  edi- 
tion, it  was  an  obvious  consideration,  that,  to  a  large 
portion  of  the  admirers  of  religious  poetry,  much  of 
the  charm  of  Keble's  volume  would  be  lost,  by  their 
want  of  familiarity  with  the  arrangement  of  the 
"Christian"  or  Ecclesiastical  "  Year,"  which  forms 
its  ground  work — the  string  on  which  his  pearls  are 
hung.  The  Editor  undertook  to  supply  this  defi- 
ciency ;  and  in  doing  so,  he  has  aimed  to  perform  a 
service  far  beyond  the  additional  interest  which 
may  thus  be  given  to  these  "  Thoughts  in  verse." 

He  frankly  avows  the  purpose  of  rendering  the 

1  "  The  almost  unexampled  popularity  of  the  *  Christian 
Year,'  and  the  '  Rectory  of  Valehead,'  both  unquestionably 
breathing  the  pure  spirit  of  the  olden  time,  is  no  unfavourable 
prognostic  of  better  times  to  come."     Bishop  Jebb. 

A  late  bookseller's  list  enumerates,  in  8vo.  six  editions,  in  18mo. 
ten,  and  in  32mo.  nine. 


10  Introduction 

present  enterprise  subservient  to  the  higher  object  of 
extending  the  knowledge  and  the  influence  of  reli- 
gion, as  it  is  exhibited  in  the  order,  institutions  and 
services  of  the  Church.  The  arrangement  of  the 
Ecclesiastical  Year,  he  has  always  regarded  as  one 
of  the  happiest  of  possible  contrivances  for  arresting 
the  attention,  and  maintaining  the  interest  of  men, 
in  regard  to  the  great  facts  of  Christianity,  while  it 
appeals  most  powerfully  to  the  purest  and  strongest 
sympathies  of  the  human  heart  in  their  behalf.  It 
is  an  acknowledged  principle  of  philosophy,  that 
whatever  is  to  make  the  strongest  impression  on  men, 
must  be  made  visible*  either  to  the  bodily,  or  to  the 
"  mind's  eye."  How  extensively  this  principle  is 
applied  in  practice  to  the  promotion  of  secular  inter- 
ests, by  pictures,  statues,  processions,  pageants,  every 
one  has  seen.  The  blessed  Saviour  recognised  its 
value  in  the  institution  of  his  few  simple,  beautiful, 
visible  sacraments.  In  the  reasonable,  scriptural  and 
most  becoming  appointments  of  the  "Christian  Year," 


*  "  Segnius  irritant  animos  demissa  per  aurem. 
Quam  quae  sunt  oculis  subjecta  fidelibus,  et  quae 
Ipse  sibi  tradit  spectator,'' 

Horace. 


By  the  American  Editor.  1 1 

the  Church,  following  the  example  of  the  divine  ap- 
pointments under  the  law,  has  applied  this  obvious 
principle  to  the  commemoration  of  the  great  facts  of 
Christianity.  In  the  festivals  of  the  Nativity,  the 
Crucifixion,  the  Resurrection,  the  Ascension,  the 
divine  Saviour  seems,  year  by  year,  to  be  visibly  set 
forth  in  his  mighty  and  merciful  acts,  performed  for 
our  redemption  :  while  in  the  minor  festivals,  the 
blessed  weekly  feast  of  Sunday,  and  the  solemn  days 
of  preparation  and  of  commemoration,  the  glorious 
and  endearing  theme  is  constantly  kept  up  before 
our  eyes  and  hearts  ;  and  "  the  rolling  year,"  in  a 
sense  far  higher  than  the  poet's,*  "  is  full  of"  Him. 
The  effect  of  this  practice,  where  it  has  been  adopted, 
has  been  well  seen  in  the  increase  of  the  knowledge 
of  salvation,  and  in  the  familiarity,  to  which  even 
children  attain,  with  the  "  first  principles  of  the  doc- 
trine of  Christ."  In  the  additional  interest  which 
this  little  volume  will  create  in  these,  the  most  im- 
portant of  all  subjects,  the  Editor  expects  to  find  his 
sufficient  reward. 

The  Author  of  these  pieces,  it  has  come  incident- 
Thomson's  Hymn  to  the  Seasons. 


12  Introduction 

ally  to  the  knowledge  of  the  Editor,  while  he  holds 
the  most  honourable  office  of  Professor  of  Poetry  in 
the  University  of  Oxford,  is  the  exemplary  and  faith- 
ful pastor  of  a  humble  country  congregation,  and 
devotes  himself  unsparingly  to  the  spiritual  welfare 
of  a  rustic  flock,  in  which  there  is  scarcely  a  single 
family  of  rank  or  education.  It  is  in  such  a  school, 
that  the  sweetest  and  most  Christian  poet  of  modern 
days,  is  fitly  taught.  So  it  was  that  Bemerton,  and 
Little  Gidden,  and  Hodnet,  became  nurseries  of 
strains  that  shall  never  die.  God  be  thanked,  that 
along  the  tract  of  ages  he  still  scatters  spirits  like 
Hooker's,  and  Herbert's,  and  Walton's,  and  Ken's, 
and  Ferrar's,  and  Jeremy  Taylor's,  and  Heber's,  and 
Keble's, — to  show  how  nearly  the  human  may  by 
grace  attain  to  the  angelic  nature,  to  enchant  our 
spirits  here  by  the  prolusion  of  those  seraphic  strains 
which  in  heaven  are  the  continual  occupation  and 
enjoyment  of  the  saints, — "singing  on  earth,"  as 
Isaak  Walton  said  of  Herbert,  "  such  hymns  and 
anthems  as  the  angels,  and  he,  and  Mr.  Ferrar  now 
sing  in  heaven." 

In  conclusion,  the  "  Christian  Year,"  apart  from 
its  high  poetical  merit,  is  recommended  most  earn- 


By  the  American  Editor.  1 3 

estly  for  its  pure,  affectionate,  and  elevating  charac- 
ter, as  a  family  book.  The  taste  which  can  appre- 
ciate its  excellencies,  is  a  Christian  taste.  The 
meditation  of  its  eminently  spiritual  strains  will  tend 
to  spiritualize  the  heart.  And  the  Christian  home, 
where  it  is  made  a  household  book,  will  find  it  fruit- 
ful, above  almost  every  book  of  human  origin,  in 
homebred  charities  and  innocent  delights.  "  Then 
came  the  long  quiet  evening,"  writes  one  who  can 
well  estimate  the  various  merits  of  a  volume  which 
she  has  done  much  to  draw  into  general  use, 
"  when  some  of  us  gathered,  as  closely  as  possible, 
round  the  bright  fire,  and  listened,  while  one  and 
another  dear  voice  read  some  passage  from  Keble's 
Christian  Year.  Soothing,  beautiful  poetry !  well 
calculated  to  lift  the  heart  above  the  cares  of  this 
troublesome  world,  and  to  light  the  path  with  the 
sunshine  of  heaven.55* 

G.  W.  D< 
St.  Manfs  Parsonage, 

Burlington,  July  1,  1834. 


p    Scenes  in  our  Parish,  by  a  Country  Parson's  Daughter. 


#%  Throughout  the  volume  the  notes  of  the  American  Editor 
are  enclosed  in  brackets. 


^ttthor's  awcrtfsemetit 


Next  to  a  sound  rule  of  faith,  there  is  nothing  of  so 
much  consequence  as  a  sober  standard  of  feeling  in 
matters  of  practical  religion:  and  it  is  the  peculiar 
happiness  of  the  Church  of  England,  to  possess,  in 
her  authorized  formularies,  an  ample  and  secure 
provision  for  both.  But  in  times  of  much  leisure 
and  unbounded  curiosity,  when  excitement  of  every 
kind  is  sought  after  with  a  morbid  eagerness,  this  part 
of  the  merit  of  our  Liturgy  is  likely  in  some  measure 
to  be  lost,  on  many  even  of  its  sincere  admirers : 
the  very  tempers,  which  most  require  such  discipline, 
setting  themselves,  in  general,  most  decidedly 
against  it. 

The  object  of  the  present  publication  will  be  at- 
tained, if  any  person  find  assistance  from  it  in  bring- 
ing his  own  thoughts  and  feelings  into  more  entire 
unison  with  those  recommended  and  exemplified  in 


16  Author's  Advertisement. 

the  Prayer  Book.  The  work  does  not  furnish  a  com- 
plete series  of  compositions  ;  being,  in  many  parts, 
rather  adapted  with  more  or  less  propriety  to  the  suc- 
cessive portions  of  the  Liturgy,  than  originally  sug- 
gested by  them.  Something  has  been  added  at  the 
end  concerning  the  several  Occasional  Services  : 
whicli  constitute,  from  their  personal  and  domestic 
nature,  the  most  perfect  instance  of  that  soothing 
tendency  in  the  Prayer  Book,  which  it  is  the  chief 
purpose  of  these  pages  to  exhibit. 

May  30,  1827. 


3Kornf!iB. 


His  compassions  fail  not.    They  are  new  every  morning. 

Lament,  iii.  120.  23. 


HUES  of  the  rich  unfolding  morn, 
That,  ere  the  glorious  sun  be  born, 
By  some  soft  touch  invisible 
Around  his  path  are  taught  to  swell ; — 

Thou  rustling  breeze  so  fresh  and  gay, 
That  dancest  forth  at  opening  day, 
And  brushing  by  with  joyous  wing, 
Wakenest  each  little  leaf  to  sing  ; — * 

Ye  fragrant  clouds  of  dewy  steam, 
By  which  deep  grove  and  tangled  stream 
Pay,  for  soft  rains  in  season  given, 
Their  tribute  to  the  genial  heaven ; — 

*  [  The  Editor  is  accountable,  throughout  the  volume,  for  the  use  of  the 
Italic  letter.  He  has  adopted  that  mode  of  designating  such  lines  as  possess, 
in  his  judgment,  peculiar  beauty.  All  such,  however,  he  does  not  pretend 
to  have  marked.  That  would  have  been  to  make  the  Italic  quite  too  pre- 
dominant. He  has  marked  the  most  striking.  ] 
A 


18  Morning. 

Why  waste  your  treasures  of  delight 
Upon  our  thankless,  joyless  sight ; 
Who,  day  by  day  to  sin  awake, 
Seldom  of  heaven  and  you  partake  ? 

Oh  !  timely  happy,  timely  wise, 
Hearts  that  with  rising  morn  arise  ! 
Eyes  that  the  beam  celestial  view, 
Which  evermore  makes  all  things  new  !* 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 
.    Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 

Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 

Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 

New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 
New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  : 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

*    Revelations  xxi.  5. 


Morning.  19 

As  for  some  dear  familiar  strain 
Untir'd  we  ask,  and  ask  again, 
Ever,  in  its  melodious  store, 
Finding  a  spell  unheard  before ; 

Such  is  the  bliss  of  souls  serene, 

When  they  have  sworn,  and  steadfast  mean, 

Counting  the  cost,  in  all  to'  espy 

Their  God,  in  all  themselves  deny. 

O  could  we  learn  that  sacrifice, 
What  lights  would  all  around  us  rise ! 
How  would  our  hearts  with  wisdom  talk 
Along  life's  dullest  dreariest  walk ! 

We  need  not  bid,  for  cloister'd  cell, 
Our  neighbour  and  our  work  farewell, 
Nor  strive  to  wind  ourselves  too  high 
For  sinful  man  beneath  the  sky : 

The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Would  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves  ;  a  road 
To  bring  us,  daily,  nearer  God.* 

*     [  "  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb." 

Coioper.  ] 


20  Morning. 

Seek  we  no  more  ;  content  with  these, 
Let  present  Rapture,  Comfort,  Ease, 
As  Heaven  shall  bid  them,  come  and  go : 
The  secret  this  of  Rest  below. 

Only,  O  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above  ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 


Efceutug. 


Abide  with  us,  for  it  is  towards  evening,  and  the  day  is  far  spent. 

St.  Luke  xxiv.  29. 


'TIS  gone,  that  bright  and  orbed  blaze, 
Fast  fading  from  our  wistful  gaze  ; 
Yon  mantling  cloud  has  hid  from  sigh 
The  last  faint  pulse  of  quivering  light. 

In  darkness  and  in  weariness 
The  traveller  on  his  way  must  press, 
No  gleam  to  watch  on  tree  or  tower, 
Whiling  away  the  lonesome  hour. 

Sun  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near : 
Oh  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 

When  round  thy  wondrous  works  below 
My  searching  rapturous  glance  I  throw, 
Tracing  out  Wisdom,  Power  and  Love, 
In  earth  or  sky,  in  stream  or  grove ; — 
a2 


22  Evening. 

Or  by  the  light  thy  words  disclose 
Watch  Time's  full  river  as  it  flows, 
Scanning  thy  gracious  Providence, 
Where  not  too  deep  for  mortal  sense  : — 

When  with  dear  friends  sweet  talk  I  hold. 
And  all  the  flowers  of  life  unfold ; — * 
Let  not  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
Except  in  all  I  Thee  discern. 

When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 
Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  : 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

Thou  Framer  of  the  light  and  dark, 
Steer  through  the  tempest  thine  own  ark : 
Amid  the  howling  wintry  sea 
We  are  in  port  if  we  have  Thee.t 

*    [  "  Les  plaisirs  sont  les  fleurs  que  notre  divine  Maitre, 
Dans  les  ronces  du  monde,  autour  de  nous  fait  naitre, 
Chacun  a  sa  saison."  ] 
*    Then  they  willingly  received  Him  into  the  ship ;  and  immediately  the 
ship  was  at  the  land  whither  they  went.    St.  John  vi.  21. 


Evening.  23 

The  Rulers  of  this  Christian  land, 
'Twixt  Thee  and  us  ordained  to  stand, — 
Guide  Thou  their  course,  O  Lord,  aright, 
Let  all  do  all  as  in  thy  sight. 

Oh  by  thine  own  sad  burthen,  borne 
So  meekly  up  the  hill  of  scorn, 
Teach  Thou  thy  Priests  their  daily  cross 
To  bear  as  thine,  nor  count  it  loss  ! 

If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurn'd,  to-day,  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

Watch  by  the  sick :  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  thy  boundless  store  : 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take  : 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 


gttrfoent  Suutrag.* 


Now  it  is  high  time  to  awake  out  of  sleep :  for  now  is  our  salvation  nearer 
than  when  we  believed.    Romans  xiii.  11.     [Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[Almighty  God,  give  us  grace  that  we  may  castaway  the  works 
of  darkness,  and  put  upon  us  the  armour  of  light,  now  in  the 
time  of  this  mortal  life,  in  which  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  came  to 
visit  us  in  great  humility  ;  that,  in  the  last  day,  when  he  shall 
come  again  in  his  glorious  Majesty  to  judge  both  the  quick  and 
dead,  we  may  rise  to  the  life  immortal,  through  him  who  liveth 
and  reigneth  with  thee  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  now  and  ever. 
JlmenA] 

*  [  The  beginning  of  that  season  which  commemorates  the  Advent  or  com- 
ing of  our  blessed  Lord.  It  has  immediate  reference  to  his  first  coming  in  the 
flesh,  and  so  is  designed  to  prepare  us  for  the  due  celebration  of  the  festival  of 
the  nativity,  commonly  called  Christmas  Day.  It  has  ultimate  reference  to 
his  second  coming  in  glory,  and  so  is  designed  to  aid  us  in  preparation  for  the 
day  of  final  Judgment.  The  Advent  Sundays,  of  which  this  is  the  first,  are 
the  four  next  preceding  Christmas.  The  first  Sunday  in  Advent  is  always 
the  Sunday  nearest  to  the  festival  of  St.  Andrew,  whether  before  or  after.  If 
that  Sunday  fall  on  the  last  day  of  November,  then  St.  Andrew's  Day  and 
Advent  Sunday  coincide.    See  note  on  St.  Andrew's  Day.  ] 

f  [  Throughout  the  "Christian  Year,"  the  collect  for  the  day,  in  the 
book  of  Common  Prayer,  will  be  inserted.  ] 


Advent  Sunday.  25 

AWAKE — again  the  Gospel-trump  is  blown — 
From  year  to  year  it  swells  with  louder  tone, 
From  year  to  year  the  signs  of  wrath 
Are  gathering  round  the  Judge's  path, 
Strange  words  fulfill'd,  and  mighty  works  achiev'd, 
And  truth  in  all  the  world  both  hated  and  believ'd. 

Awake  !  why  linger  in  the  gorgeous  town, 
Sworn  liegemen  of  the  Cross  and  thorny  crown  ? 
Up  from  your  beds  of  sloth  for  shame, 
Speed  to  the  eastern  mount  like  flame, 
Nor  wonder,  should  ye  find  your  king  in  tears, 
Even  with  the  loud  Hosanna  ringing  in  his  ears. 

Alas  !  no  need  to  rouse  them :  long  ago 
They  are  gone  forth  to  swell  Messiah's  show: 
With  glittering  robes  and  garlands  sweet 
They  strew  the  ground  beneath  his  feet : 
All  but  your  hearts  are  there — O  doom'd  to  prove 
The  arrows  wing'd  in  Heaven  for  Faith  that  will  not 
love  !* 

Meanwhile  He  paces  through  th'  adoring  crowd, 
Calm  as  the  march  of  some  majestic  cloud, 

*  [  "  And  a  very  great  multitude  spread  their  garments  in  the  way  :  others 
cut  down  branches  from  the  trees  and  strewed  them  in  the  way.  And  the 
multitudes  that  went  before,  and  that  followed,  cried,  Hosanna  to  the  Son  of 
David." — Here  was  faith  in  Jesus  as  the  Messiah.  The  sad  catastrophe  of 
the  crucifixion  too  soon  proved  that  it  was  not  the  faith  which  "  worketh  by 
love."  } 


26  Advent  Sunday. 

That  o'er  wild  scenes  of  ocean-war 

Holds  its  still  course  in  heaven  afar : 
Even  so,  heart-searching  Lord,  as  years  roll  on,* 
Thou  keepest  silent  watch  from  thy  triumphal  throne  : 

Even  so,  the  world  is  thronging  round  to  gaze 
On  the  dread  vision  of  the  latter  days, 

Constrain'd  to  own  Thee,  but  in  heart 

Prepar'd  to  take  Barabbas'  part : 
"Hosanna"  now,  to-morrow  "  Crucify," 
The  changeful  burden  still  of  their  rude  lawless  cry. 

Yet  in  that  throng  of  selfish  hearts  untrue 
Thy  sad  eye  rests  upon  thy  faithful  few, 

Children  and  childlike  souls  are  there, 

Blind  Bartimeus'  humble  prayer, 
And  Lazarus  waken'd  from  his  four  days'  sleep, 
Enduring  life  again,  that  Passover  to  keep. 

And  fast  beside  the  olive-border' d  way 

Stands  the  bless'd  home,  where  Jesus  deign'd  to  stay, 

The  peaceful  home,  to  Zeal  sincere 

And  heavenly  Contemplation  dear, 
Where  Martha  lov'd  to  wait  with  reverence  meet, 
And  wiser  Mary  linger'd  at  thy  sacred  feet. 

Still  through  decaying  ages  as  they  glide, 
Thou  lov'st  thy  chosen  remnant  to  divide  ; 

*    [  So  the  apostles,  at  the  election  of  Matthias,  addressing  Jesus,  "  Thou, 
Lord,  who  knowest  the  heart."  ] 


Advent  Sunday.  27 

Sprinkled  along  the  waste  of  years 

Full  many  a  soft  green  isle  appears  : 
Pause  where  we  may  upon  the  desert  road, 
Some  shelter  is  in  sight,  some  sacred  safe  abode. 

When  withering  blasts  of  error  swept  the  sky,* 
And  Love's  last  flower  seem'd  fain  to  droop  and  die, 

How  sweet,  how  lone  the  ray  benignt 

On  shelter'd  nooks  of  Palestine  ! 

*  Arianism  in  the  fourth  century. 

t  [  The  letters  of  Jerome  are  full  of  rural  pictures  of  exceeding  beauty. 
He  evidently  wrote  con  amore^  with  a  painter's  eye,  and  a  poet's  feeling. 
"  Having  passed,"  he  says,  "  so  much  of  my  life  in  agitation,  my  poor  bark 
now  tossed  with  storms,  now  shattered  against  rocks,  I  betake  myself  to  the 
retirement  of  the  country,  as  to  a  safe  and  peaceful  port.  Here,  plain  bread, 
roots  raised  by  my  own  hands,  and  milk,  the  peasant's  luxury,  supply  me 
cheap  but  wholesome  food.  So  living,  we  neither  suffer  hindrance,  in  our  de- 
votions from  drowsiness,  nor  in  our  studies  from  satiety.  Is  it  summer,— cur 
trees  tempt  us  with  their  sheltering  shade.  Is  it  autumn, — the  genial  tem- 
perature of  the  air  delights  us,  while  the  fallen  leaves  afford  a  soft  and  quiet 
couch.  Is  it  spring, — flowers  enamel  the  ground,  and  the  tuneful  birds  lend 
to  our  hymns  their  sweet  accompaniment.  And  even  when  winter  comes. 
with  storms  and  sleet,  we  have  wood  so  cheap  that  we  need  neither  sleep 
nor  watch  unwarmed."  But  there  was  a  charm  for  Jerome,  in  his  retire- 
ment, greater  even  than  this.  To  the  eye  of  a  painter  and  the  fancy  of  a 
poet,  he  added,  what  is  far  more  fertile  in  enjoyment,  the  heart  of  a  Chris- 
tian; and  in  his  rustic  seclusion  this  had  abundant  gratification.  "  Here," 
says  he,  "  clownish  though  we  are,  we  are  all  Christians.  Psalms  alone 
break  the  pervading  stillness.  The  ploughman  is  singing  hallelujahs  while 
he  turns  his  furrow.  The  reaper  solaces  his  toil  with  hymns.  The  vine- 
yard-dresser, as  he  prunes  his  vines,  chants  something  from  the  strains  of 
David.  These  are  our  songs,  and  such  the  notes  with  which  our  love  is 
vocal." — I  find  in  the  Annals  of  Modern  Missions  a  beautiful  coincidence 
with  the  sentiment  of  Jerome.  "  It  is  now  very  different  from  what  it  used 
to  be,"  said  a  native  assistant  to  the  Moravian  missionaries  in  Greenland. 
"  Every  where  you  hear  the  people  singing  psalms."  ] 


28  Advent  Sunday. 

Then  to  his  early  home  did  Love  repair,* 

And  cheer'd  his  sickening  heart  with  his  own  native  air. 

Years  roll  away :  again  the  tide  of  crime 

Has  swept  thy  footsteps  from  the  favour' d  clime. 

Where  shall  the  holy  Cross  find  rest  ? 

On  a  crown'd  monarch's!  mailed  breast: 
Like  some  bright  angel  o'er  the  darkling  scene, 
Through    court   and  camp  he   holds   his   heavenward 
course  serene.t 

A  fouler  vision  yet ;  an  age  of  light, 
Light  without  love,  glares  on  the  aching  sight : 
O  who  can  tell  how  calm  and  sweet, 
Meek  Walton !  shows  thy  green  retreat,§ 
When  wearied  with  the  tale  thy  times  disclose, 
The  eye  first  finds  thee  out  in  thy  secure  repose  ? 

Thus  bad  and  good  their  several  warnings  give 
Of  His  approach,  whom  none  may  see  and  live : 

*     See  St.  Jerome's  Works,  i.  123,  edit.  Erasm. 

f    St.  Louis  in  the  thirteenth  century. 

X  [  Even  Gibbon  was  constrained  to  say  of  him,  "  that  he  united  the  vir- 
tues of  a  king,  a  hero  and  a  man  ;  that  his  martial  spirit  was  tempered  with 
the  love  of  private  and  public  justice  3  and  that  Louis  was  the  father  of  his 
people,  the  friend  of  his  neighbours,  and  the  terror  of  infidels."  ] 

§  [  "  Honest  Izaak."  See  his  "  Complete  Angler,"  which  has  been  well 
called  "  an  exquisitely  pleasing  performance  j"  and  his  incomparable  lives  of 
Donne,  Wotton,  Hooker,  Herbert  and  Sanderson.  They  very  properly  form 
vol  xi.  of  the  "  Parish  Library,"  published  by  the  "  Protestant  Episcopal 
Press,"  New  York.  ] 


Advent  Sunday.  29 

Faith's  ear,  with  awful  still  delight, 
Counts  them  like  minute  bells  at  night, 
Keeping  the  heart  awake  till  dawn  of  morn, 
While  to  her  funeral  pile  this  aged  world  is  borne.  ~ 

But  what  are  heaven's  alarms  to  hearts  that  cower 

In  wilful  slumber,  deepening  every  hour, 
That  draw  their  curtains  closer  round, 
The  nearer  swells  the  trumpet's  sound  ? 

Lord,  ere  our  trembling  lamps  sink  down  and  die, 

Touch  us  with  chastening  hand,  and  make  us  feel  Thee 
nigh.t 

*    [  "  The  world  is  grown  old,  and  her  pleasures  are  past; 
The  world  is  grown  old,  and  her  form  cannot  last ; 
The  world  is  grown  old,  and  trembles  for  fear, 
For  sorrows  abound,  and  judgment  is  near." 

Bishop  Hebtr.  J 

f    [  Yet  once  again  thy  sign  shall  be  upon  the  heavens  displayed, 
And  earth  and  its  inhabitants  be  terribly  afraid, 
For  not  in  weakness  clad  thou  com'st  our  woes,  our  sins  to  bear, 
But  girt  with  all  thy  Father's  might,  his  vengeance  to  declare. 

The  terrors  of  that  awful  day,  Oh  !  who  can  understand  ? 

Or  who  abide  when  thou  in  wrath  shalt  lift  thy  holy  hand  ? 

The  earth  shall  quake,  the  sea  shall  roar,  the  sun  in  heaven  grow  pale  ; 

But  thou  hast  sworn,  and  wilt  not  change,  thy  faithful  shall  not  fail. 

Then  grant  us,  Saviour,  so  to  pass  our  time  in  trembling  here, 
That  when  upon  the  clouds  of  heaven  thy  glory  shall  appear, 
Uplifting  high  our  joyful  heads,  in  triumph  we  may  rise, 
And  enter,  with  thine  angel  train,  thy  palace  in  the  skies  ! 

G.  W.  D.  ] 
B 


Secontr  Suntrag  fti  ^fttoent 


THE  SIGNS  OF  THE  TIMES. 


And  when  these  things  begin  to  come  to  pass,  then  look  up  and  lift  up 
your  heads,  for  your  redemption  draweth  nigh.  St.  Luke  xxi.  28.  [Gospel 
for. the  day.] 


[Blessed  Lord,  who  hast  caused  all  holy  Scriptures  to  be  writ- 
ten for  our  learning  ;  grant  that  we  may  in  such  wise  hear  them, 
read,  mark,  learn  and  inwardly  digest  them,  that  by  patience, 
and  comfort  of  thy  holy  Word,  we  may  embrace,  and  ever  hold 
fast  the  blessed  hope  of  everlasting  life,  which  thou  hast  given 
us  in  our  Saviour  Jesus  Christ.    Jlmen.] 

NOT  till  the  freezing  blast  is  still, 
Till  freely  leaps  the  sparkling  rill, 
And  gales  sweep  soft  from  summer  skies, 
As  o'er  a  sleeping  infant'' s  eyes 
A  mother's  kiss  ;  ere  calls  like  these, 
No  sunny  gleam  awakes  the  trees, 
Nor  dare  the  tender  flow'rets  show 
Their  bosoms  to  th'  uncertain  glow. 


Second  Sunday  in  Advent.  31 

Why  then,  in  sad  and  wintry  time, 
Her  heavens  all  dark  with  doubt  and  crime, 
Why  lifts  the  Church  her  drooping  head, 
As  though  her  evil  hour  were  fled  ? 
Is  she  less  wise  than  leaves  of  spring, 
Or  birds  that  cower  with  folded  wing  ? 
What  sees  she  in  this  lowering  sky 
To  tempt  her  meditative  eye  ? 

She  has  a  charm,  a  word  of  fire, 
A  pledge  of  love  that  cannot  tire  ; 
By  tempests,  earthquakes,  and  by  wars, 
By  rushing  waves  and  falling  stars, 
By  every  sign  her  Lord  foretold, 
She  sees  the  world  is  waxing  old,* 
And  through  that  last  and  direst  storm 
Descries  by  faith  her  Saviour's  form. 

Not  surer  does  each  tender  gem, 
Set  in  the  fig-tree's  polish'd  stem, 
Foreshew  the  summer  season  bland, 
Than  these  dread  signs  thy  mighty  hand : 
But  oh!  frail  hearts,  and  spirits  dark  ! 
The  season's  flight  unwarn'd  we  mark, 
But  miss  the  Judge  behind  the  door,t 
For  all  the  light  of  sacred  lore  :± 

*    The  world  hath  lost  his  youth,  and  the  times  begin  to  wax  old.    2  Es- 
dras  xiv.  10. 
f    See  St.  James  v.  9. 
t    [  Notwithstanding  all  the  light  of  Scripture.  ] 


32  Second  Sunday  in  Advent. 

Yet  is  He  there :  beneath  our  eaves 
Each  sound  his  wakeful  ear  receives  : 
Hush,  idle  words,  and  thoughts  of  ill, 
Your  Lord  is  listening:  peace,  be  still.* 
Christ  watches  by  a  Christian's  hearth, 
Be  silent,  "  vain  deluding  mirth," 
Till  in  thine  alter' d  voice  be  known 
Somewhat  of  resignation's  tone. 

But  chiefly  ye  should  lift  your  gaze 
Above  the  world's  uncertain  haze, 
And  look  with  calm  unwavering  eye 
On  the  bright  fields  beyond  the  sky, 
Ye,  who  your  Lord's  commission  bear, 
His  way  of  mercy  to  prepare : 
Angelst  He  calls  you :  be  your  strife 
To  lead  on  earth  an  Angel's  life. 

Think  not  of  rest ;  though  dreams  be  sweet, 
Start  up,  and  ply  your  heavenward  feet. 
Is  not  God's  oath  upon  your  head, 
Ne'er  to  sink  back  on  slothful  bed, 
Never  again  your  loins  untie, 
Nor  let  your  torches  waste  and  die, 
Till,  when  the  shadows  thickest  fall, 
Ye  hear  your  Master's  midnight  call ! 

*    Ita  fabulantur,  ut  qui  sciant  Dominum  audire.     Tertull.  rfpalog.  p.  36, 
edit.  Rigalt. 
t    [  Angels,  from  the  Greek  term,  meaning  messengers  or  apostles.  ] 


Elurtt  Sunttas  in  ^tfteut 


THE    TRAVELLERS. 


What  went  ye  into  the  wilderness  to  see  ?  a  reed  shaken  with  the  wind  ? 
But  what  went  ye  out  for  to  see  ?  a  prophet  ?  Yea,  I  say  unto  you,  and 
more  than  a  prophet.    St.  Matt.  xi.  7,  8.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[O  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  who,  at  thy  first  coming,  didst  send  thy 
messenger  to  prepare  thy  way  before  thee  ;  grant  that  the  minis- 
ters and  stewards  of  thy  mysteries  may  likewise  so  prepare  and 
make  ready  thy  way,  by  turning  the  hearts  of  the  disobedient  to 
the  wisdom  of  the  just,  that,  at  thy  second  coming  to  judge  the 
world,  we  may  be  found  an  acceptable  people  in  thy  sight,  who 
livest  and  reignest  with  the  Father  and  the  Holy  Spirit,  ever 
one  God,  world  without  end.    Amen.] 

WHAT  went  ye  out  to  see 

O'er  the  rude  sandy  lea, 
Where  stately  Jordan  flows  by  many  a  palm, 

Or  where  Gennesaret's  wave 

Delights  the  flowers  to  lave, 
That  o'er  her  western  slope  breathe  airs  of  balm  ? 

b  2 


34  Third  Sunday  in  Advent. 

All  through  the  summer  night, 

Those  blossoms  red  and  bright* 
Spread  their  soft  breasts,  unheeding,  to  the  breeze, 

Like  hermits  watching  still 

Around  the  sacred  hill, 
Where  erst  our  Saviour  watch'd  upon  his  knees. 

The  Paschal  moon  above 

Seems  like  a  saint  to  rove, 
Left  shining  in  the  world  with  Christ  alone  ; 

Below,  the  lake's  still  face 

Sleeps  sweetly  in  the  embrace 
Of  mountains  terrass'd  high  with  mossy  stone. 

Here  may  we  sit  and  dream 

Over  the  heavenly  theme, 
Till  to  our  soul  the  former  days  return  ; 

Till  on  the  grassy  bed,t 

Where  thousands  once  He  fed, 
The  world's  incarnate  Maker  we  discern. 

O  cross  no  more  the  main, 

Wandering  so  wild  and  vain, 
To  count  the  reeds  that  tremble  in  the  wind, 

On  listless  dalliance  bound, 

Like  children  gazing  round, 
Who  on  God's  works  no  seal  of  Godhead  find : 

*    Rhododendrons :  with  which  the  western  bank  of  the  lake  is  said  to 
be  clothed  down  to  the  water's  edge, 
f    [  "  Now  there  was  much  grass  in  this  place."    St.  John  vi.  10.  ] 


I 


Third  Sunday  in  Advent.  35 

Bask  not  in  courtly  bower, 

Or  sun-bright  hall  of  power, 
Pass  Babel  quick,  and  seek  the  holy  land — 

From  robes  of  Tyrian  die 

Turn  with  undazzled  eye 
To  Bethlehem's  glade,  or  Carmel's  haunted  strand. 

Or  choose  thee  out  a  cell 

In  Kedron's  storied  dell, 
Beside  the  springs  of  Love,  that  never  die, 

Among  the  olives  kneel 

The  chill  night-blast  to  feel, 
And  watch  the  Moon  that  saw  thy  Master's  agony.' 

Then  rise  at  dawn  of  day, 

And  wind  thy  thoughtful  way, 
Where  rested  once  the  Temple's  stately  shade, 

With  due  feet  tracing  round 

The  city's  northern  bound, 
To  th'  other  holy  garden,  where  the  Lord  was  laid.t 

Who  thus  alternate  see 

His  death  and  victory, 

Rising  and  falling  as  on  angel  wings, 


*    [  The  passover,  when  our  Saviour  suffered,  was  always  at  the  full 
moon.  ] 

t    [  "  My  heart  untravelled  still  returns  to  thee." 

Goldsmith's  Traveller.  ] 


36  TTiird  Sunday  in  Advent. 

They,  while  they  seem  to  roam, 
Draw  daily  nearer  home, 
Their  heart  untravell'd  still  adores  the  King  of  kings. * 

Or,  if  at  home  they  stay, 

Yet  are  they,  day  by  day, 
In  spirit  journeying  through  the  glorious  land, 

Not  for  light  Fancy's  reed, 

Nor  Honour's  purple  meed, 
Nor  gifted  Prophet's  lore,  nor  Science'  wondrous  wand. 

But  more  than  Prophet,  more 

Than  Angels  can  adore 
With  face  unveil'd,  is  He  they  go  to  seek : 

Blessed  be  God,  whose  grace 

Shows  him  in  every  place 
To  homeliest  hearts  of  pilgrims  pure  and  meek. 

*  [  It  is  worthy  of  notice  that  gardens  have  been  the  scenes  of  the  three 
most  stupendous  events  that  have  occurred  on  earth — the  temptation  and 
fall  of  man,  the  agony  of  the  Son  of  God,  and  his  resurrection  from  the 
grave.  J 


jFourth  Suntrag  in  Sftbent* 


DIMNESS. 


The  eyes  of  them  that  see  shall  not  be  dim,  and  the  ears  of  them  that  hear 
shall  hearken.     Isaiah  xsxii.  3.     [First  lesson  in  the  evening  service.] 


[O  Lord,  raise  up,  we  pray  thee,  thy  power,  and  come  among 
us,  and  with  great  might  succour  us;  that  whereas,  through  our 
sins  and  wickedness,  we  are  sore  let  and  hindered  in  running 
the  race  that  is  set  before  us,  thy  bountiful  grace  and  mercy 
may  speedily  help  and  deliver  us,  through  the  satisfaction  of  thy 
Son,  our  Lord :  to  whom,  with  Thee  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  be  hon- 
our and  glory,  world  without  end.     ^men.] 

OF  the  bright  things  in  earth  and  air 

How  little  can  the  heart  embrace  ! 
Soft  shades  and  gleaming  lights  are  there — 

I  know  it  well,  but  cannot  trace. 

*  [  The  lines  which  follow  are  from  the  pen  of  the  beloved  friend  to  whom 
this  volume  is  inscribed.  Its  pages  will  afford  other  evidence  of  the  justice 
with  which  his  name  has  been  associated  with  the  honoured  name  of  Keble, 
as  "  a  kindred  spirit."  Were  he  aware  of  the  designed  association,  his  gentle 
and  retiring  nature  would,  I  know,  forbid  it.  But  one  who,  for  nine  years, 
was  with  him  almost  daily,  and  shared  his  secret  thoughts,  must  claim  to 


38  Fourth  Sunday  in  Advent, 

Mine  eye  unworth)r  seems  to  read 

One  page  of  Nature's  beauteous  book : 


know  him  better  than  he  knows  himself  3  and  he  does  not  fearthat  Keble  will 
not  welcome  the  companionship. 

gfttatt 

"Rejoice  in  the  Lord  al  way;  and  again,  I  say,  Rejoice.    The  Lord  is  at 
hand."    Epistle  for  the  last  Sunday  in  Advent. 

"  Now  gird  your  patient  loins  again, 

Your  wasting  torches  trim  ! 
The  chief  of  all  the  sons  of  men, 

Who  will  not  welcome  him? 
Rejoice,  the  hour  is  near  !  At  length 

The  Journeyer  on  his  way 
Comes  in  the  greatness  of  his  strength, 

To  keep  his  holy  day. 


"  With  cheerful  hymns  and  garlands  sweet 

Along  his  wintry  road, 
Conduct  him  to  his  green  retreat, 

His  sheltered  safe  abode  ; 
Fill  all  his  court  with  sacred  songs, 

And  from  the  temple  wall 
Wave  verdure  o'er  the  joyful  throngs 

That  crowd  his  festival. 

"  And  still  more  greenly  in  the  mind 

Store  up  the  hopes  sublime 
Which  then  were  born  for  all  mankind, 

So  blessed  was  the  time  ; 
And  underneath  these  hallowed  eaves, 

A  Saviour  will  be  born 
In  every  heart  that  him  receives 

On  his  triumphal  morn." 

Rev.  William  CrosicelL  ] 


Fourth  Sunday  in  Advent.  39 

It  lies  before  me,  fair  outspread — 
I  only  cast  a  wishful  look. 

I  cannot  paint  to  Memory's  eye 

The  scene,  the  glance,  I  dearest  love — 

Unchang'd  themselves,  in  me  they  die, 
Or  faint,  or  false,  their  shadows  prove. 

In  vain,  with  dull  and  tuneless  ear, 

I  linger  by  soft  Music's  cell, 
And  in  my  heart  of  hearts  would  hear 

What  to  her  own  she  deigns  to  tell. 

'Tis  misty  all,  both  sight  and  sound — 

I  only  know  'tis  fair  and  sweet — 
'Tis  wandering  on  enchanted  ground 

With  dizzy  brow  and  tottering  feet. 

But  patience !  there  may  come  a  time 
When  these  dull  ears  shall  scan  aright 

Strains,  that  outring  Earth's  drowsy  chime, 
As  Heaven  outshines  the  taper's  light. 

These  eyes,  that  dazzled  now  and  weak 
At  glancing  motes  in  sunshine  wrink, 

Shall  see  the  King's*  full  glory  break, 
Nor  from  the  blissful  vision  shrink : 


*    Thine  eyes  shall  see  the  King  in  his  beauty  ;  they  shall  behold  the  land 
that  is  very  far  off.    Isaiah  xxxiii.  17. 


40  Fourth  Sunday  in  Advent. 

In  fearless  love  and  hope  uncloy'd 
For  ever  on  that  ocean  bright 

Empowered  to  gaze ;  and  undestroy'd, 
Deeper  and  deeper  plunge  in  light. 

Though  scarcely  now  their  laggard  glance 
Eeach  to  an  arrow's  flight,  that  day 

They  shall  behold,  and  not  in  trance, 
The  region  '*  very  far  away." 

If  Memory  sometimes  at  our  spell 
Refuse  to  speak,  or  speak  amiss, 

We  shall  not  need  her  where  we  dwell 
Ever  in  sight  of  all  our  bliss. 

Meanwhile,  if  over  sea  or  sky 
Some  tender  lights  unnotic'd  fleet, 

Or  on  lov'd  features  dawn  and  die, 
Unread,  to  us,  their  lesson  sweet; 

Yet  are  there  saddening  sights  around, 
Which  Heaven,  in  mercy,  spares  us  too, 

And  we  see  far  in  holy  ground, 
If  duly  purg'd  our  mental  view. 

The  distant  landscape  draws  not  nigh 
For  all  our  gazing;  but  the  soul, 

That  upward  looks,  may  still  descry 
Nearer,  each  day,  the  brightening  goal. 


Fourth  Sunday  in  Advent.  41 

And  thou,  too  curious  ear,  that  fain 
Wouldst  thread  the  maze  of  Harmony, 

Content  thee  with  one  simple  strain, 
The  lowlier,  sure,  the  worthier  thee ; 

Till  thou  art  duly  trained,  and  taught 

The  concord  sweet  of  Love  divine : 
Then,  with  that  inward  Music  fraught, 

For  ever  rise,  and  sing,  and  shine. 


<£hvi$tmx8  Bag.* 

[December  25.] 

And  suddenly  there  was  with  the  angel  a  multitude  of  the  heavenly  host, 
praising  God.    St.  Luke  ii.  13.     [Second  Morning  Lesson.] 

[Almighty  God,  who  hast  given  us  thy  only  begotten  Son  to 
take  our  nature  upon  him,  and  as  at  this  time  to  be  born  of  a 
pure  virgin;  grant  that  we,  being  regenerate  and  made  thy 
children  by  adoption  and  grace,  may  daily  be  renewed  by  thy 
Holy  Spirit,  through  the  same  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  who 
liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee  and  the  same  Spirit,  ever  one  God, 
world  without  end.     Amen.'] 

WHAT  sudden  blaze  of  song 

Spreads  o'er  th'  expanse  of  Heav'n  ? 

*    [  The  name  given  to  this  festival  in  the  Prayer  Book,  sufficiently  de- 
C 


42  Christmas  Day. 

In  waves  of  light  it  thrills  along, 
Th'  angelic  signal  given — 
11  Glory  to  God!"  from  yonder  central  fire 
Flows  out  the  echoing  lay  beyond  the  starry  quire ; 

Like  circles  widening  round 
Upon  a  clear  blue  river, 
Orb  after  orb,  the  wondrous  sound 
Is  echoed  on  for  ever  : 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high,  on  earth  be  peace, 
"And  love  towards  men  of  love* — salvation  and  release." 

Yet  stay,  before  thou  dare 
To  join  that  festal  throng; 
Listen  and  mark  what  gentle  air 
First  stirr'd  the  tide  of  song; 
'Tis  not,  "  the  Saviour  born  in  David's  home, 
"  To  whom   for   power   and   health   obedient  worlds 
should  come :" — 

'Tis  not  " the  Christ  the  Lord:" — 
With  fix'd  adoring  look 
The  choir  of  Angels  caught  the  word, 
Nor  yet  their  silence  broke : 
But  when  they  heard  the  sign,  where  Christ  should  be, 
In  sudden  light  they  shone  and  heavenly  harmony. 

scribes  its  objects,—"  The  nativity  of  our  Lord,  or  the  birth-day  of  Christ, 
commonly  called  Christmas  Day."  ] 

*  I  have  ventured  to  adopt  the  reading  of  the  Vulgate,  as  being  generally 
known  through  Pergolesi's  beautiful  composition,  "  Gloria  in  exctlsis  Deo, 
et  in  terra  pax  hominibus  bones  voluntatis." 


Christmas  Day.  43 

Wrapp'd  in  his  swaddling  bands, 
And  in  his  manger  laid, 
The  hope  and  glory  of  all  lands 
Is  come  to  the  world's  aid : 
No  peaceful  home  upon  his  cradle  smil'd, 
Guests  rudely  went  and  came,  where  slept  the  royal  child. 

But  where  thou  dwellest,  Lord, 
No  other  thought  should  be, 
Once  duly  welcom'd  and  ador'd, 
How  should  I  part  with  Thee  ? 
Bethlehem  must  lose  Thee  soon,  but  Thou  wilt  grace 
The  single  heart  to  be  thy  sure  abiding-place. 

Thee,  on  the  bosom  laid 

Of  a  pure  virgin  mind, 

In  quiet  ever,  and  in  shade, 

Shepherd  and  sage  may  find ; 
They,  who  have  bow'd  untaught  to  Nature's  sway, 
And  they,  who  follow  Truth  along  her  star-pav'd  way. 

The  pastoral  spirits  first* 

Approach  Thee,  Babe  divine, 

*  [  A  beautiful  allusion  to  the  incidents  described  in  that  sweet  pastoral 
hymn, 

"  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground,'1  &c. 

There  is  much  better  poetry  in  the  world  than  this :  but  it  may  be  well 
doubted  whether  there  are  two  other  lines  that  will  thrill  as  many  hearts,  or 
brighten  as  many  eyes.  ] 


44  Christmas  Day. 

For  they  in  lowly  thoughts  are  nurs'd, 
Meet  for  thy  lowly  shrine : 
Sooner  than  they  should  miss  where  Thou  dost  dwell, 
Angels  from  Heaven  will  stoop  to  guide  them  to  thy  cell. 

Still,  as  the  day  comes  round 
For  Thee  to  be  reveal'd, 
By  wakeful  shepherds  Thou  art  found, 
Abiding  in  the  field. 
All  through  the  wintry  heaven  and  chill  night  air,* 
In  music  and  in  light  thou  dawnest  on  their  prayer. 

.  *  [  The  determination  of  this  holy  festival  to  the  day  on  which  the  Chris- 
tian world  agrees  to  celebrate  it,  must  be  allowed  to  be  an  arbitrary  decision. 
But  its  occurrence  in  the  winter,  certainly  gives  rise  to  peculiar  and  detight- 
ful  associations  and  usages.  The  poets  have  not  failed  to  improve  this  cir- 
cumstance. So  in  that  glorious  hymn  of  Milton,  on  the  morning  of  Christ's 
nativity,— 

K  It  was  the  winter  wild, 
While  the  heaven-born  child 

All  meanly  wrapt  in  the  rude  manger  lies, 
Nature  in  awe  to  him 
Has  doffed  her  gaudy  trim, 

With  her  great  Master  so  to  sympathize  : 
It  was  no  season  then  for  her 
To  wanton  with  the  Sun,  her  lusty  paramour." 

The  same  circumstance  is  beautifully  spiritualized  in  the  following  lines 
on  "  Christmas  Eve,"— having  reference  to  the  becoming  practice  of  dressing 
the  churches  at  that  season  with  evergreens,  "  the  fir  tree,  and  the  pine, 
and  the  box  tree  together."  The  author  of  them  has  more  "unwritten 
poetry"  in  him  than  any  man  I  know. 

"  The  thickly  woven  boughs  they  wreathe 
Through  every  hallowed  fane 


Christmas  Day.  45 

O  faint  not  ye  for  fear — 

What  though  your  wandering  sheep, 
Reckless  of  what  they  see  and  hear, 
Lie  lost  in  wilful  sleep  ? 
High  Heaven  in  mercy  to  your  sad  annoy 
Still  greets  you  with  glad  tidings  of  immortal  joy. 

Think  on  th'  eternal  home, 
The  Saviour  left  for  you  ; 
Think  on  the  Lord  most  holy,  come 
To  dwell  with  hearts  untrue : 
So  shall  ye  tread  untir'd  his  pastoral  ways, 
And  in  the  darkness  sing  your  carol  of  high  praise. 

A  soft  reviving  odour  breathe 

Of  summer's  gentle  rejgn  ; 
And  rich  the  ray  of  mflTgreen  light 

Which,  like  an  emerald's  glow, 
Comes  struggling  through  the  latticed  height 

Upon  the  crowds  below. 

"  O  let  the  streams  of  solemn  thought 

Which  in  those  temples  rise 
From  deeper  sources  spring  than  aught 

Dependent  on  the  skies: 
Then,  though  the  summer's  pride  departs 

And  winter's  withering  chill 
Rests  on  the  cheerless  woods,  our  hearts 

Shall  be  unchanging  still." 

Rev.  William  Croswcll.  J 


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St  Stephen's  &z$* 

[December  26.] 

He,  being  full  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  looked  up  steadfastly  into  heaven,  and 
saw  the  glory  of  God,  and  Jesus  standing  on  the  right  hand  of  God.  Acts 
vii.  55.    {Scripture  appointed  as  the  epistle  for  the  day.] 


[Grant,  O  Lord,  that  in  all  our  sufferings  here  upon  earth,  for 
the  testimony  of  thy  truth,  we  may  steadfastly  look  up  to  heaven, 
and  by  faith  behold  the  glory  that'  shall  be  revealed ;  and  being 
filled  with  the  Holy  Ghost,  may  learn  to  love  and  bless  our  per- 
secutors, by  the  example  of  thy  first  martyr  Saint  Stephen,  who 
prayed  for  his  murderers  to  thee,  O  blessed  Jesus,  who  standest 
at  the  right  hand  of  God,  to  succour  all  those  who  suffer  for  thee, 
our  only  Mediator  and  Advocate.    Amen.'] 

AS  rays  around  the  source  of  light 
Stream  upward  ere  he  glow  in  sight, 
And  watching  by  his  future  flight 
Set  the  clear  heavens  on  fire ; 


*  [  "  Stephen,  a  man  full  of  faith  and  of  the  Holy  Ghost,"  was  one  of  the 
seven  deacons  first  ordained,  and  had  the  distinguished  honour  of  being  the 
first  martyr  to  the  Christian  faith.    He  was  stoned  to  death.  ] 


St.  Stephen's  Day.  47 

So  on  the  King  of  Martyrs  wait 
Three  chosen  bands,  in  royal  state,* 
And  all  earth  owns,  of  good  and  great, 
Is  gather' d  in  that  choir. 

One  presses  on,  and  welcomes  death : 
One  calmly  yields  his  willing  breath, 
Nor  slow,  nor  hurrying,  but  in  faith 

Content  to  die  or  live  : 
And  some,  the  darlings  of  their  Lord, 
Play  smiling  with  the  flame  and  sword, 
And,  ere  they  speak,  to  his  sure  word 

Unconscious  witness  give. 

Foremost  and  nearest  to  his  throne, 
By  perfect  robes  of  triumph  known, 
And  likest  him  in  look  and  tone, 

The  holy  Stephen  kneels, 
With  steadfast  gaze,  as  when  the  sky 
Flew  open  to  his  fainting  eye, 
Which,  like  a  fading  lamp,  flash'd  high, 

Seeing  what  death  conceals. 


*  Wheatley  on  the  Common  Prayer,  c.  v.  sect.  iv.  2.  "  As  there  are  three 
kinds  of  martyrdom,  the  first  both  in  will  and  deed,  which  is  the  highest ; 
the  second  in  will  but  not  in  deed  ;  the  third  in  deed  but  not  in  will ;  so  the 
Church  commemorates  these  martyrs  in  the  same  order:  St.  Stephen  first, 
who  suffered  death  both  in  will  and  deed ;  St.  John  the  Evangelist  next,  who 
suffered  martyrdom  in  will  but  not  in  deed  j  the  Holy  Innocents  last,  who 
Buffered  in  deed  but  not  in  will." 


48  St.  Stephen's  Day. 

Well  might  you  guess  what  vision  bright 
Was  present  to  his  raptur'd  sight, 
Even  as  reflected  streams  of  light 

Their  solar  source  betray — 
The  glory  which  our  God  surrounds,* 
The  Son  of  Man,  th'  atoning  wounds — 
He  sees  them  all ;  and  earth's  dull  bounds 

Are  melting  fast  away. 

He  sees  them  all — no  other  view 
Could  stamp  the  Saviour's  likeness  true, 
Or  with  his  love  so  deep  embrue 

Man's  sullen  heart  and  gross — 
"  Jesu,  do  Thou  my  soul  receive  :t 
"  Jesu,  do  Thou  my  foes  forgive  :" 
He  who  would  learn  that  prayer,  must  live 

Under  the  holy  Cross. 

He,  though  he  seem  on  earth  to  move, 
Must  glide  in  air  like  gentle  dove, 
From  yon  unclouded  depths  above 
Must  draw  his  purer  breath  ; 


*  [  "  But  he,  being  full  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  looked  up  steadfastly  to 
heaven,  and  saw  the  glory  of  God,  and  Jesus  standing  on  the  right  hand  of 
God."  ] 

|  [  "And  they  stoned  Stephen,  calling  upon  God,  and  saying,  Lord 
Jesus,  receive  my  spirit.  And  he  kneeled  down,  and  cried  with  a  loud  voice, 
Lord,  lay  not  this  sin  to  their  charge.  And  when  he  had  said  this  he  fell 
asleep."  ] 


St.  Stephen's  Day.  49 


Till  men  behold  his  angel  face* 
All  radiant  with  celestial  grace,t 
Martyr  all  o'er,  and  meet  to  trace 
The  lines  of  Jesus'  death. 

*     [  "  With  awful  dread  his  murderers  shook 

As,  radiant  and  serene, 
The  lustre  of  his  dying  look 

Was  like  an  angel's  seen  ; 
Or  Moses'  face  of  paly  light, 

When  down  the  mount  he  trod, 
All  glowing  from  the  glorious  sight 

And  presence  of  his  God. 

"  To  us,  with  all  his  constancy, 

Be  his  rapt  vision  given, 
To  look. above  by  faith,  and  see 
Revealments  bright  of  heaven, 
And  power  to  speak  our  triumphs  out 

As  our  last  hour  draws  near, 
While  neither  clouds  of  fear  nor  doubt 
Before  our  view  appear." 

Rev.  William  Croswell.  ] 
f    And  all  that  were  in  the  council,  looking  steadfastly  on  him,  saw  his  face 
as  it  had  been  the  face  of  an  angel,    Acts  vi.  15. 


St  John's  Sag;* 

[December  27.] 

Peter,  seeing  him,  saith  to  Jesus,  Lord,  and  what  shall  this  man  do  ?  Jesus 
saith  unto  him,  If  I  will  that  he  tarry  till  I  come,  what  is  that  to  thee  ?  follow 
thou  me.    St.  John  xii.  21,  22.     [Oospel  for  the  day.] 


[Merciful  Lord,  we  beseech  thee  to  cast  thy  bright  beams  of 
light  upon  thy  Church,  that  it  being  instructed  by  the  doctrine 
of  thy  blessed  Apostle  and  Evangelist  Saint  John,  may  so  walk 
in  the  light  of  thy  truth,  that  it  may  at  length  attain  to  everlast- 
ing life,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.'] 

"LORD,  and  what  shall  this  man  do?" 
Ask'st  thou,  Christian,  for  thy  friend? 

If  his  love  for  Christ  be  true, 

Christ  hath  told  thee  of  his  end : 

*  [  This  is  the  festival  of  John,  the  Evangelist  and  Apostle,  the  son  of 
Zebedee,  and  brother  of  James  the  Greater.  He  was  especially  distinguished 
during  the  lifetime  of  Jesus,  as  "  the  beloved  disciple."  Besides  the  gospel 
which  bears  his  name,  he  wrote  three  epistles  and  the  apocalypse.  He 
lived  to  be  nearly  an  hundred  years  old  ;  and,  alone,  of  all  the  apostles,  died 
a  natural  death.  When  he  was  too  infirm  through  age  to  make  a  longer  dis- 
course, his  constant  exhortation  to  the  Christians  at  Ephesus,  where  he  lived, 
was,  "  Little  children,  love  one  another !"  ] 


St.  John's  Day.  51 

This  is  he  whom  God  approves, 
This  is  he  whom  Jesus  loves. 

Ask  not  of  him  more  than  this, 

Leave  it  in  his  Saviour's  breast, 
Whether,  early  call'd  to  bliss, 

He  in  youth  shall  find  his  rest, 
Or  armed  in  his  station  wait 
Till  his  Lord  be  at  the  gate : 

Whether  in  his  lonely  course 

[Lonely,  not  forlorn)  he  stay, 
Or  with  Love's  supporting  force 

Cheat  the  toil  and  cheer  the  way : 
Leave  it  all  in  His  high  hand, 
Who  doth  hearts  as  streams  command.* 

Gales  from  heaven,  if  so  He  will, 

Sweeter  melodies  can  wake 
On  the  lonely  mountain  rill 

Than  the  meeting  waters  make. 
Who  hath  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
May  be  left,  but  not  alone. 

Sick  or  healthful,  slave  or  free, 

Wealthy,  or  despis'd  and  poor — 

What  is  that  to  him  or  thee, 

So  his  love  to  Christ  endure  ? 

*    The  king's  heart  is  in  the  hand  of  the  Lord,  as  the  rivers  of  water:  ht 
furneth  it  whithersoever  he  will.    Proverbs  xxi.  1. 


52  St.  John's  Day. 

When  the  shore  is  won  at  last, 
Who  will  count  the  billows  past  1 

Only,  since  our  souls  will  shrink 
At  the  touch  of  natural  grief, 

When  our  earthly  lov'd  ones  sink, 
Lend  us,  Lord,  thy  sure  relief; 

Patient  hearts,  their  pain  to  see, 

And  thy  grace,  to -follow  Thee. 


J^he  %Dl2  Knuoccnts:* 

[December  28,] 

These  were  redeemed  from  among  men, being  the  first  fruits  unto  God  and 
to  the  Lamb.     Revelations  xiv.  4.    [Scripture  appointed  for  the  Epistle.] 


[O  Almighty  God,  who  out  of  the  mouths  of  babes  and  suck- 
lings hast  ordained  strength,  and  madest  infants  to  glorify  thee  by 
their  deaths  :  mortify  and  kill  all  vices  in  us,  and  so  strengthen 
us  by  thy  grace,  that,  by  the  innocency  of  our  lives  and  con- 
stancy of  our  faith  even  unto  death,  we  may  glorify  thy  holy 
name,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.'] 

SAY,  ye  celestial  guards,  who  wait 
In  Bethlehem,  round  the  Saviour's  palace  gate, 

*    [  The  Church  on  this  day  commemorates  the  infants  slain  in  Bethle- 


The  Holy  Innocents.  53 

Say,  who  are  these  on  golden  wings, 
That  hover  o'er  the  new-born  King  of  kings, 

Their  palms  and  garlands  telling  plain 
That  they  are  of  the  glorious  martyr  train,* 

Next  to  yourselves  ordain'd  to  praise 
His  name,  and  brighten  as  on  Him  they  gaze  ? 

But  where  their  spoils  and  trophies  ?  where 
The  glorious  dint  a  martyr's  shield  should  bear? 

How  chance  no  cheek  among  them  wears 
The  deep- worn  trace  of  penitential  tears, 

But  all  is  bright  and  smiling  love, 
As  if,  fresh-borne  from  Eden's  happy  grove, 

They  had  flown  here,  their  King  to  see, 
Nor  ever  had  been  heirs  of  dark  mortality  ? 

Ask,  and  some  angel  will  reply, 
"  These,  like  yourselves,  were  born  to  sin  and  die, 


hem,  by  the  command  of  Herod,  in  the  vain  hope  of  destroying  the  Lord's 
anointed,— then,  by  the  warning  of  an  angel,  safe  in  Egypt.    As  a  service 
commemorative  of  children,  it  is  sometimes  called  "  Childermas  Day."  ] 
*    [  Hail,  infant  sufferers  !  martyred  flow'rets,  hail ! 
Cut  off  by  ruthless  knife, 
Just  at  the  gate  of  life, 
Ye  fell,  as  new-born  roses  fall  when  scattered  by  the  gale. 
Earliest  of  all  were  ye,  that  suffered  for  the  word, 
Sweet  firstlings  of  that  slaughtered  flock,  so  precious  to  the  Lord ; 
And  round  his  heavenly  altar  now,  his  high  uplifted  throne, 
Ye  guileless  sport  the  crown  and  palm  your  martyrdom  hath  won. 

Imitated  from  Prudentius.—G.  W.  D.  ] 
D 


54  The  Holy  Innocents. 

11  But  ere  the  poison  root  was  grown, 
"  God  set  his  seal,  and  mark'd  them  for  his  own. 

"Baptiz'd  in  blood  for  Jesus'  sake, 
11  Now  underneath  the  cross  their  bed  they  make, 

"  Not  to  be  scar'd  from  that  sure  rest 
"  By  frighten' d  mother's   shriek,  or  warrior's  waving 
crest." 

Mindful  of  these,  the  first-fruits  sweet 
Borne  by  the  suffering  Church  her  Lord  to  greet; 

Bless'd  Jesus  ever  loved  to  trace 
The  "  innocent  brightness"  of  aninfanV  s  face. 

He  rais'd  them  in  his  holy  arms, 
He  bless'd  them  from  the  world  and  all  its  harms  : 

Heirs  though  they  were  of  sin  and  shame, 
He  bless'd  them  in  his  own  and  in  his  Father's  name. 

Then,  as  each  fond  unconscious  child 
On  th'  everlasting  Parent  sweetly  smil'd 

(Like  infants  sporting  on  the  shore, 
That  tremble  not  at  Ocean's  boundless  roar), 

Were  they  not  present  to  thy  thought, 
All  souls,  that  in  their  cradles  thou  hast  bought? 

But  chiefly  these,  who  died  for  Thee, 
That  thou  might'st  live  for  them  a  sadder  death  to  see. 

And  next  to  these,  thy  gracious  word 
Was,  as  a  pledge  of  benediction,  stor'd 


The  Holy  Innocents.  55 

For  Christian  mothers,  while  they  moan 
Their  treasured  hopes,  just  born,  baptized,  and  gone. 

Oh  joy  for  Rachel's  broken  heart! 
She  and  her  babes  shall  meet  no  more  to  part; 

So  dear  to  Christ  her  pious  haste 
To  trust  them  in  his  arms,  forever  safe  embrac'd. 

She  dares  not  grudge  to  leave  them  there, 
Where  to  behold  them  was  her  heart's  first  prayer, 

She  dares  not  grieve — but  she  must  weep, 
As  her  pale  placid  martyr  sinks  to  sleep, 

Teaching  so  well  and  silently 
How,  at  the  shepherd's  call,  the  lamb  should  die : 

How  happier  far  than  life  the  end 
Of  souls  that  infant-like  beneath  their  burthen  bend. 


J'frat  Sbutttiag  after  ©fmstmaa. 


THE  SUN-DIAL  OF  AHAZ. 


So  the  sun  returned  ten  degrees,  by  which  degrees  it  was  gone  dowa. 
Isaiah  xxxviii.  8.  (Compare  Josh.  x.  13.)  [First  Evening  Lesson,  Church 
of  England  Prayer  Book.] 


[Almighty  God,  who  hast  given  us  thy  only  begotten  Son  to 
take  our  nature  upon  him,  and  as  at  this  time  to  be  born  of  a  pure 
Virgin;  grant  that  we,  being  regenerate  and  made  thy  children 
by  adoption  and  grace,  may  daily  be  renewed  by  thy  Holy  Spirit, 
through  the  same  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  who  liveth  and  reigneth 
with  thee  and  the  same  Spirit,  ever  one  God,  world  without  end. 
Amen.] 

'TIS  true,  of  old  th'  unchanging  sun 
His  daily  course  refus'd  to  run, 

The  pale  moon  hurrying  to  the  west 
Paus'd  at  a  mortal's  call,*  to  aid 
Th'  avenging  storm  of  war,  that  laid 
Seven  guilty  realms  at  oncet  on  earth's  defiled  breast. 

*    [  Joshua.  ] 

f  [  The  Canaanites,  and  the  Hittites,  and  the  Hivites,  and  the  Perizzites, 
and  the  Girgashites,  and  the  Araorites,  and  the  Jebusites.  ] 


First  Sunday  after  Christmas.  57 

But  can  it  be,  one  suppliant  tear 
Should  stay  the  ever-moving  sphere  ? 

A  sick  man's  lowly  breathed  sigh, 
When  from  the  world  he  turns  away,* 
And  hides  his  weary  eyes  to  pray, 
Should  change  your  mystic  dance,  ye  wanderers  of  the 

sky? 

We  too,  O  Lord,  would  fain  command, 
As  then,  thy  wonder-working  hand, 

And  backward  force  the  waves  of  Time, 
That  now  so  swift  and  silent  bear 
Our  restless  bark  from  year  to  year; 
Help  us  to  pause  and  mourn  to  Thee  our  tale  of  crime. 

Bright  hopes,  that  erst  the  bosom  warm'd, 
And  vows,  too  pure  to  be  perform' d, 

And  prayers  blown  wide  by  gales  of  care  ; — 
These,  and  such  faint  half  waking  dreams, 
Like  stormy  lights  on  mountain  streams, 
Wavering  and  broken  all,  athwart  the  conscience  glare. 

How  shall  we  'scape  th'  o'erwhelming  Past  ? 
Can  spirits  broken,  joys  o'ercast, 

And  eyes  that  never  more  may  smile : — 
Can  these  th'  avenging  bolt  delay, 
Or  win  us  back  one  little  day 
The  bitterness  of  death  to  soften  and  beguile  ? 

*    And  Hezekiah  turned  his  face  towards  the  wall,  and  prayed  unto  the 
Lord.    Isaiah  xxxviii.  2. 
D  2 


58  First  Sunday  after  Christmas. 

Father  and  Lover  of  our  souls ! 
Though  darkly  round  thine  anger  rolls, 

Thy  sunshine  smiles  beneath  the  gloom  ; 
Thou  seek' st  to  warn  us,  not  confound, 
Thy  showers  would  pierce  the  harden'd  ground, 
And  win  it  to  give  out  its  brightness  and  perfume. 

Thou  smil'st  on  us  in  wrath,  and  we, 
Even  in  remorse,  would  smile  on  Thee  ; 
The  tears  that  bathe  our  offer'd  hearts, 
We  would  not  have  them  stain' d  and  dim, 
But  dropp'd  from  wings  of  seraphim, 
All  glowing  with  the  light  accepted  Love  imparts. 

Time's  waters  will  not  ebb  nor  stay, 
Power  cannot  change  them,  but  Love  may; 

What  cannot  be,  Love  counts  it  done. 
Deep  in  the  heart,  her  searching  view 
Can  read  where  Faith  is  fix'd  and  true, 
Through  shades  of  setting  life  can  see  Heaven's  work 
begun. 

O  Thou,  who  keep'st  the  Key  of  Love, 
Open  thy  fount,  eternal  Dove, 

And  overflow  this  heart  of  mine, 
Enlarging  as  it  fills  with  Thee, 
Till  in  one  blaze  of  charity 
Care  and  remorse  are  lost,  like  motes  in  light  divine ; 


First  Sunday  after  Christmas.  59 

Till,  as  each  moment  wafts  us  higher, 
By  every  gush  of  pure  desire, 

And  high-breath'd  hope  of  joys  above, 
By  every  sacred  sigh  we  heave, 
Whole  years  of  folly  we  outlive, 
In  His  unerring  sight,  who  measures  Life  by  Love. 


Eftt  (EtCrcttmcCsCon  of  <£hrfst* 

[January  1.] 

In  whom  also  ye  are  circumcised  with  the  circumcision  made  without 
hands.     Colossiansii.il.    [Second  Evening  Lesson.] 


[Almighty  God,  who  madest  thy  blessed  Son  to  be  circumcised, 
and  obedient  to  the  law  for  man ;  grant  us  the  true  circumcision 
of  the  Spirit,  that,  our  hearts  and  all  our  members  being  mortified 
from  all  worldly  and  carnal  lusts,  we  may  in  all  things  obey  thy 
blessed  will,  through  the  same  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen.'] 

THE  year  begins  with  Thee, 
And  thou  beginn'st  with  woe, 
To  let  the  world  of  sinners  see 
That  blood  for  sin  must  flow. 

*  [  Jesus  Christ,  taking  our  nature  upon  him,  and  becoming  obedient  to  the 
law  for  our  sakes,  was  circumcised  on  the  eighth  day,  that  he  might  "  fulfil 
all  righteousness."  ] 


60  Circumcision  of  Christ. 

Thine  infant  cries,  O  Lord, 
Thy  tears  upon  the  breast, 
Are  not  enough — the  legal  sword 
Must  do  its  stern  behest. 

Like  sacrificial  wine 
Poured  on  a  victim's  head, 
Are  those  few  precious  drops  of  thine, 
Now  first  to  offering  led. 

They  are  the  pledge  and  seal 
Of  Christ's  unswerving  faith 
Given  to  his  Sire,  our  souls  to  heal, 
Although  it  cost  his  death. 

They  to  his  Church  of  old, 
To  each  true  Jewish  heart, 
In  Gospel  graces  manifold 
Communion  blest  impart. 

Now  of  thy  love  we  deem 
As  of  an  ocean  vast, 
Mounting  in  tides  against  the  stream 
Of  ages  gone  and  past. 

Both  theirs  and  ours  Thou  art, 
As  we  and  they  are  thine ; 
Kings,  Prophets,  Patriarchs — all  have  part 
Along  the  sacred  line. 


Circumcision  of  Christ.  61 

By  blood  and  water  too* 
God's  mark  is  set  on  Thee, 
That  in  Thee  every  faithful  view- 
Both  covenants  might  see. 

O  bond  of  union,  dear 
And  strong  as  is  Thy  grace ! 
Saints,  parted  by  a  thousand  year, 
May  thus  in  heart  embrace, 

Is  there  a  mourner  true, 
Who,  fallen  on  faithless  days, 
Sighs  for  the  heart-consoling  view 
Of  those  Heaven  deign'd  to  praise? 

In  spirit  may'st  thou  meet 
With  faithful  Abraham  here, 
Whom  soon  in  Eden  thou  shalt  greet 
A  nursing  Father  dear. 

Would'st  thou  a  Poet  be  ? 
And  would  thy  dull  heart  fain 
Borrow  of  Israel's  minstrelsy 
One  high  enraptur'd  strain? 

Come  here  thy  soul  to  tune, 
Here  set  thy  feeble  chant, 
Here,  if  at  all  beneath  the  moon, 
Is  holy  David's  haunt. 

*    [  Jesus  was  baptised  as  well  as  circumcised.  ] 


62  Circumcision  of  Christ. 

Art  thou  a  child  of  tears, 
Cradled  in  care  and  wo  1 
And  seems  it  hard,  thy  vernal  years 
Few  vernal  joys  can  show? 

And  fall  the  sounds  of  mirth 
Sad  on  thy  lonely  heart, 
From  all  the  hopes  and  charms  of  earth 
Untimely  call'd  to  part  ? 

Look  here,  and  hold  thy  peace : 
The  Giver  of  all  good 
Even  from  the  womb  takes  no  release 
From  suffering,  tears  and  blood. 

If  thou  would'st  reap  in  love, 
First  sow  in  holy  fear : 
So  life  a  winter's  morn  may  prove 
To  a  bright  endless  year. 


Secontr  Suntrag  after  (EJtrfetma& 


THE  PILGRIM  S  SONG. 


When  the  poor  and  needy  seek  water,  and  there  is  none,  and  their  tongue 
faileth  for  thirst,  I  the  Lord  will  hear  them,  I  the  God  of  Israel  will  not  for- 
sake them.     Isaiah  xli.  17.     [First  Morning  Lesson.] 


[Almighty  God,  who  madest  thy  blessed  Son  to  be  circum- 
cised, and  obedient  to  the  law  for  man  ;  grant  us  the  true  circum- 
cision of  the  Spirit,  that,  our  hearts  and  all  our  members  being 
mortified  from  all  worldly  and  carnal  lusts,  we  may  in  all  things 
obey  thy  blessed  will,  through  the  same  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  our 
Lord.     Amen.'] 

AND  wilt  Thou  hear  the  fever' d  heart 

To  Thee  in  silence  cry  ? 
And  as  th'  inconstant  wildfires  dart 

Out  of  the  restless  eye, 
Wilt  Thou  forgive  the  wayward  thought, 
By  kindly  woes  yet  half  untaught 
A  Saviour's  right,  so  dearly  bought, 

That  Hope  should  never  die  ? 


64  Second  Sunday  after  Christmas. 

Thou  wilt:  for  many  a  languid  prayer 
Has  reach'd  Thee  from  the  wild, 
Since  the  lorn  mother,  wandering  there, 

Cast  down  her  fainting  child,* 
Then  stole  apart  to  weep  and  die, 
Nor  knew  an  angel  form  was  nigh 
To  show  soft  waters  gushing  by 
And  dewy  shadows  mild. 

Thou  wilt — for  Thou  art  Israel's  God, 

And  thine  unwearied  arm 
Is  ready  yet  with  Moses'  rod, 

The  hidden  rill  to  charm 
Out  of  the  dry  unfathom'd  deep 
Of  sands,  that  lie  in  lifeless  sleep, 
Save  when  the  scorching  whirlwinds  heap 

Their  waves  in  rude  alarm. 

These  moments  of  wild  wrath  are  thine — 

Thine  too  the  drearier  hour 
When  o'er  th'  horizon's  silent  line 
Fond  hopeless  fancies  cower, 
And  on  the  traveller's  listless  way 
Rises  and  sets  th'  unchanging  day, 
No  cloud  in  heaven  to  slake  its  ray, 
On  earth  no  sheltering  bower. 

*    Hagar.    See  Gen.  xxi.  15. 


Second  Sunday  after  Christmas.  65 

Thou  wilt  be  there,  and  not  forsake, 

To  turn  the  bitter  pool 
Into  a  bright  and  breezy  lake, 

The  throbbing  brow  to  cool : 
Till  left  awhile  with  Thee  alone 
The  wilful  heart  be  fain  to  own 
That  He,  by  whom  our  bright  hours  shone, 

Our  darkness  best  may  rule. 

The  scent  of  water  far  away* 

Upon  the  breeze  is  flung : 
The  desert  pelican  to-day 

Securely  leaves  her  young, 
Reproving  thankless  man,  who  fears 
To  journey  on  a  few  lone  years, 
Where  on  the  sand  thy  step  appears, 

Thy  crown  in  sight  is  hung. 

Thou,  who  didst  sit  on  Jacob's  well 
The  weary  hour  of  noon,t 


•  [  "  The  extraordinary  scent  of  the  camel  enables  him  to  discover  water 
at  a  great  distance ;  and  thus,  in  the  wildest  regions  of  the  desert,  the  cara- 
van is  often  preserved  from  destruction  by  this  instinct."—"  Having  wan- 
dered about  for  a  long  time,"  says  Burckhardt,  speaking  of  a  traveller  in 
search  of  water,  "  he  alighted  under  the  shade  of  a  tree,  and  tied  the  camel ' 
to  one  of  its  branches ;  the  beast,  however,  smelt  the  water  (as  the  Arabs 
express  it),  and  wearied  as  it  was,  broke  its  halter,  and  set  off  gallopping  fu- 
riously in  the  direction  of  the  spring,  which,  as  it  afterwards  appeared,  was 
at  half  an  hour's  distance."    Library  of  Entertaining  Knowledge,  vol  i.  ] 

t    St.  John  iv.  6. 
E 


GQ  Second  Sunday  after  Christmas. 

The  languid  pulses  Thou  canst  tell, 

The  nerveless  spirit  tune. 
Thou  from  whose  cross  in  anguish  burst 
The  cry  that  own'd  thy  dying  thirst,* 
To  Thee  we  turn,  our  last  and  first, 
Our  Sun  and  soothing  Moon. 

From  darkness,  here,  and  dreariness 

We  ask  not  full  repose, 
Only  be  Thou  at-hand,  to  bless 

Our  trial  hour  of  woes. 
Is  not  the  pilgrim's  toil  o'erpaid 
By  the  clear  rill  and  palmy  shade  ? 
And  see  we  not,  up  Earth's  dark  glade, 

The  gate  of  Heaven  unclose  ? 

*    St.  John  xix.  28. 


[January  6.] 


And,  lo,  the  star,  which  they  saw  in  the  east,  went  before  them,  till  it 
came  and  stood  over  where  the  young  child  was.  When  they  saw  the  star, 
they  rejoiced  with  exceeding  great  joy.  St.  Matt.  ii.  9, 10.  [Gospel  for  the 
day.] 


[O  God,  who  by  the  leading  of  a  Star  didst  manifest  thy  only 
begotten  Son  to  the  Gentiles ;  mercifully  grant  that  we,  who 
know  thee  now  by  faith,  may  after  this  life  have  the  fruition  of 
thy  glorious  Godhead,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord,    rfmen] 

STAR  of  the  East,  how  sweet  art  Thou, 

Seen  in  Life's  early  morning  sky, 
Ere  yet  a  cloud  has  dimm'd  the  brow, 

While  yet  we  gaze  with  childish  eye ; 

When  father,  mother,  nursing  friend, 
Most  dearly  lov'd,  and  loving  best, 

*  [  The  festival  of  the  Epiphany,  as  its  name  imports,  commemorates  the 
manifestation  of  Christ  to  the  Gentiles,  as  represented  by  the  wise  men,  who 
in  the  eastern  land  in  which  they  dwelt,  having  seen  his  star,  had  come  to 
worship  him.  ] 


68  Epiphany. 

First  bid  us  from  their  arms  ascend, 
Pointing  to  Thee  in  thy  sure  rest. 

Too  soon  the  glare  of  earthly  day 
Buries,  to  us,  thy  brightness  keen, 

And  we  are  left  to  find  our  way 
By  faith  and  hope  in  Thee  unseen. 

What  matter?  if  the  waymarks  sure 
On  every  side  are  round  us  set, 

Soon  overleap'd,  but  not  obscure  ? 
'Tis  ours  to  mark  them  or  forget. 

What  matter?  if  in  calm  old  age 
Our  childhood's  star  again  arise, 

Crowning  our  lonely  pilgrimage 

With  all  that  cheers  a  wanderer's  eyes  ? 

Ne'er  may  we  lose  it  from  our  sight 
Till  all  our  hopes  and  thoughts  are  led 

To  where  it  stays  its  lucid  flight 
Over  our  Saviour's  lowly  bed. 

There,  swath'd  in  humblest  poverty 
On  Chastity's  meek  lap  enshrin'd, 

With  breathless  Reverence  waiting  by, 
When  we  our  sovereign  Master  find, 

Will  not  the  long-forgotten  glow 
Of  mingled  joy  and  awe  return. 


Epiphany,  69 

When  stars  above  or  flowers  below 
First  made  our  infant  spirits  burn  ? 

Look  on  us,  Lord,  and  take  our  parts 

Even  on  thy  throne  of  purity ! 
From  these  our  proud  yet  grovelling  hearts 

Hide  not  thy  mild  forgiving  eye. 

Did  not  the  Gentile  Church  find  grace, 
Our  mother  dear,  this  favour'd  day  ? 

With  gold  and  myrrh  she  sought  thy  face," 
Nor  didst  Thou  turn  thy  face  away. 

She  too,t  in  earlier  purer  days, 

Had  watch'd  Thee  gleaming  faint  and  far — 

*    [  "  We  come  not  with  a  costly  store, 

O  Lord,  like  them  of  old, — 
The  masters  of  the  starry  lore, — 

From  Ophir's  shore  of  gold  j 
No  weepings  of  the  incense  tree 

Are  with  the  gifts  we  bring, 
Nor  odorous  myrrh  of  Araby 

Blends  with  our  offering. 

"But  still  our  love  would  bring  its  best, 

A  spirit  keenly  tried 
By  fierce  affliction's  fiery  test, 

And  seven  times  purified : 
The  fragrant  graces  of  the  mind, 

The  virtues  that  delight 
To  give  their  perfume  out,  will  find 
Acceptance  in  thy  sight." 

Rev.  William  Or—well.  ] 
t    The  Patriarchal  Church. 
E  2 


70  Epiphany. 

But  wandering  in  self-chosen  ways 
She  lost  Thee  quite,  thou  lovely  star. 

Yet  had  her  Father's  finger  turn'd 
To  Thee  her  first  inquiring  glance  : 

The  deeper  shame  within  her  burn'd, 
When  waken' d  from  her  wilful  trance. 

Behold,  her  wisest  throng  thy  gate, 
Their  richest,  .sweetest,  purest  store, 

(Yet  own'd  too  worthless  and  too  late) 
They  lavish  on  Thy  cottage-floor. 

They  give  their  best — O  tenfold  shame 

On  us  their  fallen  progeny, 
Who  sacrifice  the  blind  and  lame* — 

Who  will  not  wake  or  fast  with  Thee  \ 

*    Malachi  i.  8. 


iFCrat  Stmtias  after  EpfphanB* 


THE  NIGHTINGALE. 


They  shall  spring  up  as  among  the    grass,    as  willows   by  the   water- 
courses.    Isaiah  xliv.  4.     \First  Morning  Lesson.] 


[O  Lord,  we  beseech  thee  mercifully  to  receive  the  prayers  of 
thy  people  who  call  upon  thee ;  and  grant  that  they  may  both 
perceive  and  know  what  things  they  ought  to  do,  and  also  may 
have  grace  and  power  faithfully  to  fulfil  the  same,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.'] 

LESSONS  sweet  of  spring  returning,* 
Welcome  to  the  thoughtful  heart ! 

May  I  call  ye  sense  or  learning, 
Instinct  pure,  or  heav'r*- taught  art  ? 

*  [  "When  we  write  of  the  dawn  of  the  year,  of  the  new  races  of  birds 
and  of  blossoms  that  are  all  around  us  springing  into  life,  our  utmost  efforts 
can  give  but  one  enjoyment  to  the  reader.  But  he  who  goes  out  to  observe, 
has  pleasure  in  every  way  that  it  can  come,  and  health  along  icith  it.  The 
beauty  of  the  flowers  and  their  fragrance,  the  elegant  forms  and  varied  tints 
of  the  birds,  their  bustling  activity  and  sprightly  conduct,  and  the  music  of 
their  songs ;  the  sportive  gambols  of  the  young  animals,  and  the  tender  soli- 
citude that  is  shown  for  them  by  the  old,  all  that  is,  and  all  that  occurs  in  the 
earth,  the  waters  and  the  air,  is  a  constant  creation, — a  daily,  nay,  an  hourly 


72  First  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

Be  your  title  what  it  may, 
Sweet  and  lengthening  April  day, 
While  with  you  the  soul  is  free, 
Ranging  wild  o'er  hill  and  lea. 

Soft  as  Memnon's  harp  at  morning, 

To  the  inward  ear  devout, 
Touch'd  by  light,  with  heavenly  warning 

Your  transporting  chords  ring  out. 
Every  leaf  in  every  nook, 
Every  wave  in  every  brook, 
Chanting  with  a  solemn  voice, 
Minds  us  of  our  better  choice. 

Needs  no  show  of  mountain  hoary, 
Winding  shore  or  deepening  glen,    ■ 

Where  the  landscape  in  its  glory 
Teaches  truth  to  wandering  men  : 

Give  true  hearts  but  earth  and  sky, 

And  some  flowers  to  bloom  and  die, — * 


springing  up  of  new  worlds :  and  he  who  lives  one  spring  in  the  open  air, 
may  watch  the  whole  progress  of  a  hundred  generations.  Nature  is  then 
«  voice  all  over,'  and  whether  she  speaks  to  one  of  the  senses,  or  to  them 
all,  she  always  speaks  instruction." 

Mudie's  British  Naturalist.  ] 
*  [  "  Come  quietly  away  with  me,  and  we  will  walk  up  and  down  the 
narrow  path,  by  the  sweet-briar  hedge  j  and  we  will  listen  to  the  low  song  of 
the  blackbird,  and  the  fresh  air  will  cool  our  aching  brows,  and  we  shall  find 
comfort.  To  these  things,  fresh  air,  and  the  bird's  song,  and  the  fragrance 
of  the  lowly  flowers,  God  has  given  a  blessing  j  like  sleep,  they  are  his  medi- 
cines,—' balm  of  sweet  minds  V  We  will  walk  to  and  fro  under  the  shade  of 


First  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  73 

Homely  scenes  and  simple  views 
Lowly  thoughts  may  best  infuse. 

See  the  soft  green  willow  springing 

Where  the  waters  gently  pass, 
Every  way  her  free  arms  flinging 

O'er  the  moss  and  reedy  grass. 
Long  ere  winter  blasts  are  fled, 
See  her  tipp'd  with  vernal  red, 
And  her  kindly  flower  display'd 
Ere  her  leaf  can  cast  a  shade. 

Though  the  rudest  hand  assail  her, 

Patiently  she  droops  awhile, 
But  when  showers  and  breezes  hail  her, 

Wears  again  her  willing  smile. 
Thus  I  learn  Contentment's  power 
From  the  slighted  willow  bower, 
Ready  to  give  thanks  and  live 
On  the  least  that  Heaven  may  give. 

If,  the  quiet  brooklet  leaving, 

Up  the  stony  vale  I  wind, 
Haply  half  in  fancy  grieving 

For  the  shades  I  leave  behind, 

these  elms,  and  we  will  be  calm  j  bitter  recollections  shall  be  made  sweet  by 
the  thought  of  his  mercies  j  and  in  the  midst  of  the  sorrows  we  have  in  our 
hearts,  his  comforts  shall  refresh  our  souls ;  and  our  minds  shall  be  stored 
with  many  thoughts,  sweet,  like  the  perfume  of  these  flowers." 

Scenes  in  our  Parish.  ] 


74  First  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

By  the  dusty  wayside  drear, 
Nightingales  with  joyous  cheer 
Sing,  my  sadness  to  reprove, 
Gladlier  than  in  cultur'd  grove. 

Where  the  thickest  boughs  are  twining 
Of  the  greenest  darkest  tree, 

There  they  plunge,  the  light  declining- 
All  may  hear,  but  none  may  see. 

Fearless  of  the  passing  hoof, 

Hardly  will  they  fleet  aloof; 

So  they  live  in  modest  ways, 

Trust  entire,  and  ceaseless  praise. 


Srcontr  Suutrag  after  Spfphatng. 

THE  SECRET  OF  PERPETUAL  YOUTH. 

Even'  man  at  the  beginning  doth  set  forth  good  wine,  and  when  men  have 
well  drunk,  then  that  which  is  worse  :  but  thou  hast  kept  the  good  wine  until 
now.    St.  John  ii.  10.   [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  who  dost  govern  all  things  in 
heaven  and  earth ;  mercifully  hear  the  supplications  of  thy  people, 
and  grant  us  thy  peace  all  the  days  of  our  life,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.    Jimen!\ 

THE  heart  of  childhood  is  all  mirth: 
We  frolic  to  and  fro 


Second  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  75 

As  free  and  blithe,  as  if  on  earth 
Were  no  such  thing  as  wo. 

But  if  indeed  with  reckless  faith 

We  trust  the  flattering  voice, 
Which  whispers,  "  Take  thy  fill  ere  death, 

"  Indulge  thee  and  rejoice  ;" 

Too  surely,  every  setting  day, 

Some  lost  delight  we  mourn, 
The  flowers  all  die  along  our  way, 

Till  we,  too,  die  forlorn. 

Such  is  the  world's  gay  garish  feast, 

In  her  first  charming  bowl 
Infusing  all  that  fires  the  breast, 

And  cheats  th'  unstable  soul. 

And  still,  as  loud  the  revel  swells, 

The  fever'd  pulse  beats  higher, 
Till  the  sear'd  taste  from  foulest  wells 

Is  fain  to  slake  its  fire. 

Unlike  the  feast  of  heavenly  love 

Spread  at  the  Saviour's  word 
For  souls  that  hear  his  call,  and  prove 

Meet  for  his  bridal  board. 

Why  should  we  fear,  youth's  draught  of  joy, 
If  pure,  would  sparkle  less  ? 


76  Second  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

Why  should  the  cup  the  sooner  cloy, 
Which  God  hath  deign'd  to  bless  ? 

For,  is  it  Hope,  that  thrills  so  keen 
Along  each  bounding  vein, 

Still  whispering  glorious  things  unseen  ? — 
Faith  makes  the  vision  plain. 

The  world  would  kill  her  soon :  but  Faith 
Her  daring  dreams  will  cherish, 

Speeding  her  gaze  o'er  time  and  death 
To  realms  where  nought  can  perish. 

Or  is  it  Love,  the  dear  delight 

Of  hearts  that  know  no  guile, 

That  all  around  see  all  things  bright 
With  their  own  magic  smile  ? 

The  silent  joy,  that  sinks  so  deep, 

Of  confidence  and  rest, 
Lull'd  in  a  Father's  arms  to  sleep, 

Clasp'd  to  a  Mother's  breast  ? 

Who,  but  a  Christian,  through  all  life 
That  blessing  may  prolong  ? 

Who,  through  the  world's  sad  day  of  strife, 
Still  chant  his  morning  song  ? 

Fathers  may  hate  us  or  forsake, 
God's  foundlings  then  are  we : 


Second  Sunday  after  Epiphany,  77 

Mother  on  child  no  pity  take,* 
But  we  shall  still  have  Thee. 

We  may  look  home,  and  seek  in  vain 

A  fond  fraternal  heart, 
But  Christ  hath  given  his  promise  plain 

To  do  a  brother's  part. 

Nor  shall  dull  age,  as  worldlings  say, 

The  heavenward  flame  annoy : 
The  Saviour  cannot  pass  away, 

And  with  him  lives  our  joy. 

Ever  the  richest,  tenderest  glow 

Sets  round  th'  autumnal  sun — 
But  there  sight  fails :  no  heart  may  know 

The  bliss  when  life  is  done. 

Such  is  thy  banquet,  dearest  Lord; 

O  give  us  grace,  to  cast 
Our  lot  with  thine,  to  trust  thy  word, 

And  keep  our  best  till  last. 

*  Can  a  woman  forget  her  sucking  child,  that  she  should  not  have  com- 
passion on  the  son  of  her  womb?  yea,  they  may  forget,  yet  will  I  not  forget 
thee.     Isaiah  xlix.  15. 


Shir*  Suutwg  after  Epiphany. 


THE  GOOD  CENTURION. 


When  Jesus  heard  it,  he  marvelled,  and  said  to  them  that  followed,  Verily 
I  say  unto  you,  I  have  not  found  so  great  faith,  no  not  in  Israel.  St.  .Mat- 
thew viii.  10.     [  Gospel  far  the  day.] 


[Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  mercifully  look  upon  our  in- 
firmities, and  in  all  our  dangers  and  necessities  stretch  forth  thy 
right  hand  to  help  and  defend  us,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen.] 

I  MARK'D  a  rainbow  in  the  north, 

What  time  the  wild  autumnal  sun 
From  his  dark  veil  at  noon  look'd  forth, 

As  glorying  in  his  course  half  done, 
Flinging  soft  radiance  far  and  wide 
Over  the  dusky  heaven  and  bleak  hill-side. 

It  was  a  gleam  to  Memory  dear, 

And  as  I  walk  and  muse  apart, 
When  all  seems  faithless  round  and  drear, 

I  would  revive  it  in  my  heart, 


Third  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  79 

And  watch  how  light  can  find  its  way 
To  regions  farthest  from  the  fount  of  day. 

Light  flashes  in  the  gloomiest  sky 

And  Music  in  the  dullest  plain, 
For  there  the  lark  is  soaring  high 

Over  her  flat  and  leafless  reign, 
And  chanting  in  so  blithe  a  tone, 
It  shames  the  weary  heart  to  feel  itself  alone. 

Brighter  than  rainbow  in  the  north, 
More  cheery  than  the  matin  lark, 
Is  the  soft  gleam  of  Christian  worth, 

Which  on  some  holy  house  we  mark ; 
Dear  to  the  pastor's  aching  heart 
To  think,  where'er  he  looks,  such  gleam  may  have  a 
part; 

May  dwell,  unseen  by  all  but  Heaven, 
Like  diamond  blazing  in  the  mine  ; 

For  ever,  where  such  grace  is  given, 
It  fears  in  open  day  to  shine.* 

*  Lord,  I  am  not  worthy  that  thou  shouldest  come  under  my  roof, 
"  From  the  first  time  that  the  impressions  of  religion  settled  deeply  in  his 
mind,  he  used  great  caution  to  conceal  it ;  not  only  in  obedience  to  the  rule 
given  by  our  Saviour,  of  fasting,  praying,  and  giving  alms  in  secret,  but  from 
a  particular  distrust  he  had  of  himself ;  for  he  said  he  was  afraid  he  should  at 
some  time  or  other  do  some  enormous  thing,  which  if  he  were  looked  on  as  a 
very  religious  man,  might  cast  a  reproach  on  the  profession  of  it,  and  give 
great  advantages  to  impious  men  to  blaspheme  the  name  of  God."  Burnet's 
Life  of  Hale,  in  Words ucorWs  Eccl.  Biog.  vi.  73. 


80  Third  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

Lest  the  deep  stain  it  owns  within 
Break  out,  and  Faith  be  sham'd  by  the  believer's  sin. 

In  silence  and  afar  they  wait, 

To  find  a  prayer  their  Lord  may  hear: 

Voice  of  the  poor  and  desolate, 
You  best  may  bring  it  to  his  ear. 

Your  grateful  intercessions  rise 
With  more  than  royal  pomp,  and  pierce  the  skies. 

Happy  the  soul,  whose  precious  cause 
You  in  the  sovereign  Presence  plead — 

"  This  in  the  lover  of  thy  laws,* 

"  The  friend  of  thine  in  fear  and  need"— 

For  to  the  poor  thy  mercy  lends 
That  solemn  style,  "thy  nation  and  thy  friends." 

He  too  is  blest,  whose  outward  eye 

The  graceful  lines  of  art  may  trace, 
While  his  free  spirit,  soaring  high, 

Discerns  the  glorious  from  the  base ; 
Till  out  of  dust  his  magic  raiset 
A  home  for  prayer  and  love,  and  full  harmonious  praise, 

Where  far  away  and  high  above, 
In  maze  on  maze  the  tranced  sight 


*    He  loveth  our  nation.  f    He  hath  built  us  a  synagogue. 


Tliird  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  81 

Strays,  mindful  of  that  heavenly  love 

Which  knows  no  end  in  depth  or  height, 
While  the  strong  breath  of  Music  seems 
To  waft  us  ever  on,  soaring  in  blissful  dreams.* 

What  though  in  poor  and  humble  guise 

Thou  here  didst  sojourn,  cottage-born? 
Yet  from  thy  glory  in  the  skies 

Our  earthly  gold  Thou  dost  not  scorn. 
For  Love  delights  to  bring  her  best, 
And  where  Love  is,  that  offering  evermore  is  blest. 

Love  on  the  Saviour's  dying  head 

Her  spikenard  drops  unblam'd  may  pour, 

May  mount  his  cross,  and  wrap  him,  dead, 
In  spices  from  the  golden  shore  ;t 

Risen,  may  embalm  his  sacred  name 
With  all  a  Painter's  art,  and  all  a  Minstrel's  flame. 

Worthless  and  lost  our  offerings  seem, 

Drops  in  the  ocean  of  his  praise  ; 
But  Mercy  with  her  genial  beam 

Is  ripening  them  to  pearly  blaze, 
To  sparkle  in  His  crown  above, 
Who  welcomes  here  a  child's  as  there  an  angel's  love. 

*  [  In  this  and  the  former  stanza  allusion  is  made  to  William  of  Wyke- 
ham,  and  Winchester  cathedral.  The  Gothic  architecture  and  cathedral 
music  are  beautifully  hinted  at.  ] 

f    St.  Johnxii.  7,xix.  30. 
F  2 


jFourth  Suutfag  after  l£pi$han$. 


THE  WORLD  IS  FOR  EXCITEMENT,  THE    GOSPEL  FOR   SOOTH- 
ING. 


When  they  saw  him,  they  besought  him  to  depart  out  of  their  coasts.    St. 
Matthew  viii.  34.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[O  God,  who  knowestus  to  be  set  in  the  midst  of  so  many  and 
great  dangers,  that  by  reason  of  the  frailty  of  our  nature  we  can- 
not always  stand  upright  \  grant  to  us  such  strength' and  protec- 
tion, as  may  support  us  in  all  dangers,  and  carry  us  through  all 
temptations,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.] 

THEY  know  th'  Almighty's  power, 
Who,  waken'd  by  the  rushing  midnight  shower, 

Watch  for  the  fitful  breeze 
To  howl  and  chafe  amid  the  bending  trees, 

Watch  for  the  still  white  gleam 
To  bathe  the  landscape  in  a  fiery  stream, 
Touching  the  tremulous  eye  with  sense  of  light 
Too  rapid  and  too  pure  for  all  but  angel  sight. 

They  know  the  Almighty's  love, 
Who,  when  the  whirlwinds  rock  the  topmost  grove, 


j 


Fourth  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  83 

Stand  in  the  shade,  and  hear 
The  tumult  with  a  deep  exulting  fear, 
How  in  their  fiercest  sway, 
CurVd  by  some  power  unseen,  they  die  away, 
Like  a  bold  steed  that  owns  his  rider's  arm, 
Proud  to  be  checked  and  sooth' d  by  that  o'er-master- 
ing  charm. 

But  there  are  storms  within 
That  heave  the  struggling  heart  with  wilder  din, 

And  there  are  power  and  love 
The  maniac's  rushing  frenzy  to  reprove, 

And  when  he  takes  his  seat, 
Cloth'd  and  in  calmness,  at  his  Saviour's  feet,  * 
Is  not  the  power  as  strange,  the  love  as  blest, 
As  when  He  said,  Be  still,  and  ocean  sank  to  rest  ? 

Woe  to  the  wayward  heart, 
That  gladlier  turns  to  eye  the  shuddering  start 

Of  Passion  in  her  might, 
Than  marks  the  silent  growth  of  grace  and  light ; — 

Pleas'd  in  the  cheerless  tomb 
To  linger,  while  the  morning  rays  illume 
Green  lake,  and  cedar  tuft,  and  spicy  glade, 
Shaking  their  dewy  tresses  now  the  storm  is  laid. 

The  storm  is  laid — and  now 
In  his  meek  power  He  climbs  the  mountain's  brow, 

*    St.  Mark  v.  15,  iv.  39. 


84  Fourth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

Who  bade  the  waves  go  sleep, 
And  lash'd  the  vex'd  fiends  to  their  yawning  deep. 

How  on  a  rock  they  stand, 
Who  watch  his  eye,  and  hold  his  guiding  hand  I 
Not  half  so  fix'd,  amid  her  vassal  hills, 
Rises  the  holy  pile  that  Kedron's  valley  fills. 

And  wilt  thou  seek  again 
Thy  howling  waste,  thy  charnel-house  and  chain, 

And  with  the  demons  be, 
Rather  than  clasp  thine  own  Deliverer's  knee  ? 
Sure  'tis  no  heav'n-bred  awe 
'  That  bids  thee  from  his  healing  touch  withdraw, 
The  world  and  He  are  struggling  in  thine  heart, 
And  in  thy  reckless  mood  thou  bidd'st  thy  Lord  depart. 

He,  merciful  and  mild, 
As  erst,  beholding,  loves  his  wayward  child  ; 

Wrhen  souls  of  highest  birth 
Waste  their  impassion'd  might  on  dreams  of  earth, 

He  opens  Nature's  book, 
And  on  his  glorious  Gospel  bids  them  look, 
Till  by  such  chords,  as  rule  the  choirs  above, 
Their  lawless  cries  are  tun'dto  hymns  of  perfect  love. 


jFfftfi  Suutiag  after  IZpipteus. 

CURE  SIN,  AND  YOU  CURE  SORROW. 

Behold,  the  Lord's  hand  is  not  shortened,  that  it  cannot  save,  neither  hi^ 
ear  heavy,  that  it  cannot  hear :  but  your  iniquities  have  separated  between 
you  and  your  God.  Isaiah  lix.  1,  2.  [First  Morning  Lesson  for  the  day. 
Church  of  England  Service.] 


[O  Lord,  we  beseech  thee  to  keep  thy  Church  and  Household 
continually  in  thy  true  religion,  that  they  who  do  lean  only  upon 
the  hope  of  thy  heavenly  grace,  may  evermore  be  defended  by 
thy  mighty  power,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.] 

"  WAKE,  arm  divine  !  awake, 

"  Eye  of  the  only  Wise  ! 
"  Now  for  thy  glory's  sake, 
"  Saviour  and  God,  arise, 
"  And  may  thine  ear,  that  sealed  seems, 
"  In  pity  mark  our  mournful  themes  !" 

Thus  in  her  lonely  hour 

Thy  Church  is  fain  to  cry, 
As  if  thy  love  and  power 

Were  vanished  from  her  sky  ; 


86  fifth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

Yet  God  is  there,  and  at  his  side 
He  triumphs,  who  for  sinners  died. 

Ah  !  'tis  the  world  enthrals 

The  heaven-betrothed  breast ; 
The  traitor  Sense  recalls 
The  soaring  soul  from  rest. 
That  bitter  sigh  was  all  for  earth, 
For  glories  gone,  and  vanish' d  mirth. 

Age  would  to  youth  return, 

Farther  from  heaven  would  be, 
To  feel  the  wild  fire  burn, 
On  idolizing  knee 
Again  to  fall,  and  rob  thy  shrine 
Of  hearts,  the  right  of  love  divine. 

Lord  of  this  erring  flock  ! 

Thou  whose  soft  showers  distil 
On  ocean  waste  or  rock, 
Free  as  on  Hermon  hill — 
Do  Thou  our  craven  spirits  cheer, 
And  shame  away  the  selfish  tear. 

'Twas  silent  all  and  dead* 
Beside  the  barren  sea, 

*  See  Acts  viii.  26 — 40.  [  "  Arise  and  go  toward  the  south,  unto  the  way 
that  goeth  down  from  Jerusalem  unto  Gaza,  which  is  desert.""1  A  fine  speci- 
men of  Keble's  intimate  acquaintance  with  the  Scriptures,  in  their  most 
minute  details.  ] 


Fifth  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  87 

Where  Philip's  steps  were  led, 
Led  by  a  voice  from  thee — 
He  rose  and  went,  nor  ask'd  Thee  why, 
Nor  stayed  to  heave  one  faithless  sigh ; 

Upon  his  lonely  way 

The  high-born  traveller  came, 
Reading  a  mournful  lay 

Of  "  One  who  bore  our  shame,* 
"  Silent  himself,  his  name  untold, 
11  And  yet  his  glories  were  of  old." 

To  muse  what  Heaven  might  mean 

His  wondering  brow  he  rais'd, 
And  met  an  eye  serene 

That  on  him  watchful  gaz'd. 
No  Hermit  e'er  so  welcome  cross'd 
A  child's  lone  path  in  woodland  lost. 

Now  wonder  turns  to  love  ; 
The  scrolls  of  sacred  lore 
No  darksome  mazes  prove ; 
The  desert  tires  no  more  : 
They  bathe  where  holy  waters  flow,t 
Then  on  their  way  rejoicing  go.l 


*    Isaiah  liii.  6—8. 

t    [  "  See,  here  is  water ;  what  doth  hinder  me  to  be  baptized  :"  ] 

X    [  "And  he  went  on  his  way  rejoicing."  ] 


88  Fifth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

They  part  to  meet  in  heaven  ; 

But  of  the  joy  they  share, 
Absolving  and  forgiven, 

The  sweet  remembrance  bear. 
Yes — mark  him  well,  ye  cold  and  proud, 
Bewilder' d  in  a  heartless  crowd, 

Starting  and  turning  pale 

At  Rumour's  angry  din — 
No  storm  can  now  assail 
The  charm  he  wears  within, 
Rejoicing  still,  and  doing  good, 
And  with  the  thought  of  God  imbu'd. 

No  glare  of  high  estate, 

No  gloom  of  woe  or  want, 
The  radiance  can  abate 

Where  Heaven  delights  to  haunt, 
Sin  only  hides  the  genial  ray, 
And,  round  the  Cross,  makes  night  of  day. 

Then  weep  it  from  thy  heart; 

So  may'st  thou  duly  learn 
The  intercessor's  part, 

Thy  prayers  and  tears  may  earn 
For  fallen  souls  some  healing  breath, 
Ere  they  have  died  th'  Apostate's  death. 


* 


Stjrth  Sturtag  after  Eptpftaug, 


THE  BENEFITS  OF  UNCERTAINTY. 


Beloved,  now  are  we  the  sons  of  God,  and  it  doth  not  yet  appear  what  we 
shall  be:  but  we  know,  that,  when  He  shall  appear,  we  shall  be  like  Him, 
for  we  shall  see  Him  as  he  is.    1  St.  John  iii.  2.     [Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[O  God,  whose  blessed  Son  was  manifested  that  he  might  de- 
stroy the  works  of  the  devil,  and  make  us  the  sons  of  God  and 
heirs  of  eternal  life;  grant  us,  we  beseech  thee,  that  having  this 
hope,  we  may  purify  ourselves,  even  as  he  is  pure ;  that  when 
he  shall  appear  again  with  power  and  great  glory,  we  may  be 
made  like  unto  him  in  his  eternal  and  glorious  kingdom;  where, 
with  thee,  O  Father,  and  thee,  O  Holy  Ghost,  he  liveth  and 
reigneth,  ever  one  God,  world  without  end.     Amen] 

THERE  are,  who  darkling  and  alone, 
Would  wish  the  weary  night  were  gone, 
Though  dawning  morn  should  only  show 
The  secret  of  their  unknown  woe : 
Who  pray  for  sharpest  throbs  of  pain 
To  ease  them  of  doubt's  galling  chain  : 

G 


90  Sixth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

"  Only  disperse  the  cloud,"  they  cry, 
"  And  if  our  fate  be  death,  give  light  and  let  us  die."* 

Unwise  I  deem  them,  Lord,  unmeet 
To  profit  by  thy  chastenings  sweet, 
For  thou  would'st  have  us  linger  still 
Upon  the  verge  of  good  or  ill, 
That  on  thy  guiding  hand  unseen 
Our  undivided  hearts  may  lean, 
And  this  our  frail  and  foundering  bark 
Glide  in  the  narrow  wake  of  thy  beloved  ark. 

'Tis  so  in  war — the  champion  true 
Loves  victory  more,  when  dim  in  view 
He  sees  her  glories  gild  afar 
The  dusky  edge  of  stubborn  war, 
Than  if  th'  untrodden  bloodless  field 
The  harvest  of  her  laurels  yield  ; 
Let  not  my  bark  in  calm  abide, 
But  win  her  fearless  way  against  the  chafing  tide. 

'Tis  so  in  love — the  faithful  heart 
From  her  dim  vision  would  not  part, 
When  first  to  her  fond  gaze  is  given 
That  purest  spot  in  Fancy's  heaven, 
For  all  the  gorgeous  sky  beside, 
Though  pledg'd  her  own  and  sure  t'  abide : 

9Ev  jTg  q&it  ka\  GXi<ra-Qv. 


Sixth  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  91 

Dearer  than  every  past  noon-day 
That  twilight  gleam  to  her,  though  faint  and  far  away. 

So  have  I  seen  some  tender  flower 
Priz'd  above  all  the  vernal  bower, 
Shelter'd  beneath  the  coolest  shade, 
Embosom'd  in  the  greenest  glade, 
So  frail  a  gem,  it  scarce  may  bear 
The  playful  touch  of  evening  air; 
When  hardier  grown,  we  love  it  less, 
And  trust  it  from  our  sight,  not  needing  our  caress. 

And  wherefore  is  the  sweet  spring  tide 
Worth  all  the  changeful  year  beside  ? 
The  last-born  babe,  why  lies  its  part 
Deep  in  the  mother's  inmost  heart? 
But  that  the  Lord  and  source  of  love 
Would  have  his  weakest  ever  prove 
Our  tenderest  care — and  most  of  all 
Our  frail  immortal  souls,  His  work  and  Satan's  thrall. 

So  be  it,  Lord  ;  I  know  it  best, 
Though  not  as  yet  this  wayward  breast 
Beat  quite  in  answer  to  thy  voice, 
Yet  surely  I  have  made  my  choice ; 
I  know  not  yet  the  promis'd  bliss, 
Know  not  if  I  shall  win  or  miss ; 
So  doubting,  rather  let  me  die, 
Than  close  with  aught  beside,  to  last  eternally. 


92  Sixth  Sunday  after  Epiphany. 

What  is  the  Heaven  we  idly  dream  ? 
The  self-deceiver's  dreary  theme, 
A  cloudless  sun  that  softly  shines, 
Bright  maidens  and  unfailing  vines, 
The  warrior's  pride,  the  hunter's  mirth, 
Poor  fragments  all  of  this  low  earth  : 
Such  as  in  sleep  would  hardly  soothe 
A  soul  that  once  had  tasted  of  immortal  Truth. 

What  is  the  Heaven  our  God  bestows  ? 
No  Prophet  yet,  no  Angel  knows  ; 
Was  never  yet  created  eye 
.  Could  see  across  Eternity ; 
Not  seraph's  wing  for  ever  soaring 
Can  pass  the  flight  of  souls  adoring, 
That  nearer  still  and  nearer  grow 
To  th'  unapproached  Lord,  once  made  for  them  so  low. 

Unseen,  unfelt  their  earthly  growth, 
And  self-accus'd  of  sin  and  sloth 
They  live  and  die  :  their  names  decay, 
Their  fragrance  passes  quite  away ; 
Like  violets  in  the  freezing  blast 
No  vernal  steam  around  they  cast, — 
But  they  shall  flourish  from  the  tomb, 
The  breath  of  God  shall  wake  them  into  od'rous  bloom. 

Then  on  th'  incarnate  Saviour's  breast, 
The  fount  of  sweetness,  they  shall  rest, 


Sixth  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  93 

Their  spirits  every  hour  imbu'd 
More  deeply  with  his  precious  blood. 
But  peace — still  voice  and  closed  eye 
Suit  best  with  hearts  beyond  the  sky, 
Hearts  training  in  their  low  abode, 
Daily  to  lose  themselves  in  hope  to  find  their  God. 


SeptuaQesfma  Sttutras/ 


The  invisible  things  of  Him  from  the  creation  of  the  world  are  clearly 
seen,  being  understood  by  the  things  which  are  made.     Romans  i.  20. 


[O  Lord,  we  beseech  thee  favourably  to  hear  the  prayers  of 
thy  people,  that  we,  who  are  justly  punished  for  our  offences, 
may  be  mercifully  delivered  by  thy  goodness,  for  the  glory  of 
thy  name,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour,  who  liveth  and 
reigneth  with  thee  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  ever  one  God,  world 
without  end.    Amen.] 

THERE  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 

Which  heavenly  truth  imparts, 
And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 

Pure  eyes  and  Christian  hearts. 

*  [  The  three  Sundays  next  preceding  Lent  are  called,  respectively,  Sep- 
tuagesima,  Sexagesima  and  Quinquagcsima  Sundays,  because  nearly  seventy, 
sixty,  and  fifty  days  before  Easter.  The  services  appointed  for  them  are  de- 
signed as  a  preparation  for  the  due  observance  of  the  Lenten  fast.  ] 

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94  Septuagesima  Sunday. 

The  works  of  God  above,  below, 

Within  us  and  around, 
Are  pages  in  that  book,  to  show 

How  God  himself  is  found. 

The  glorious  sky  embracing  all 

Is  like  the  Maker's  love, 
Wherewith  encompass'd,  great  and  small 

In  peace  and  order  move. 

The  Moon  above,  the  Church  below, 

A  wondrous  race  they  run, 
But  all  their  radiance,  all  their  glow, 

Each  borrows  of  its  Sun. 

The  Saviour  lends  the  light  and  heat 

That  crowns  his  holy  hill ; 
The  saints,  like  stars,  around  his  seat, 

Perform  their  courses  still.* 

The  saints  above  are  stars  in  Heaven — 
What  are  the  saints  on  earth  ? 

Like  trees  they  stand  whom  God  has  given,t 
Our  Eden's  happy  birth. 

Faith  is  their  fix'd  unswerving  root, 
Hope  their  unfading  flower, 

Fair  deeds  of  charity  their  fruit, 
The  glory  of  their  bower. 

*    Daniel  xii.  3.  f    Isaiah  lx.  21. 


Septuagesima  Sunday.  95 

The  dew  of  Heaven  is  like  thy  grace,* 

It  steals  in  silence  down ; 
But  where  it  lights,  the  favour' d  place 

By  richest  fruits  is  known. 

One  Name  above  all  glorious  names 

With  its  ten  thousand  tongues 
The  everlasting  sea  proclaims, 

Echoing  angelic  songs. 

The  raging  Fire,t  the  roaring  "Wind, 

Thy  boundless  power  display : 
But  in  the  gentler  breeze  we  find 

Thy  Spirit's  viewless  way  .J 

Two  worlds  are  ours :  'tis  only  Sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within, 

Plain  as  the  sea  and  sky. 

Thou,  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee, 

And  read  Thee  every  where. 

*    Psalm  lxviii.  9.  j    Hebrews  xii.  29.  J    St.  John  iii.  8. 


Sepagrstma  Sturtras. 


So  he  drove  out  the  man,  and  placed  at  the  east  of  the  garden  of  Eden 
Chexubims,  and  a  flaming  sword  which  turned  every  way,  to  keep  the  way 
of  the  tree  of  life.  Gen.  iii.  24.  Compare  Ch.  vi.  [First  Lessons  in  the  Morn- 
ing and  Evening  Service  of  the  Church  of  England.] 


'  [O  Lord  God,  who  seestthat  we  put  not  our  trust  in  any  thing 
that  we  do ;  mercifully  grant  that  by  thy  power  we  may  be  de- 
fended against  all  adversity,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen.] 

FOE  of  mankind  !  too  bold  thy  race : 

Thou  runn'st  at  such  a  reckless  pace, 
Thine  own  dire  work  thou  surely  wilt  confound : 

'Twas  but  one  little  drop  of  sin 

We  saw  this  morning  enter  in, 
And  lo !  at  eventide  the  world  is  drown'd.* 

See  here  the  fruit  of  wandering  eyes, 
Of  worldly  longings  to  be  wise, 

*  [  In  the  order  of  lessons  for  Sexagesima  Sunday  in  the  Church  of  Eng- 
land, that  from  the  Old  Testament  for  the  morning  relates  the  fall,  and 
that  for  the  evening,  the  flood.] 


Sexagesima  Sunday.  97 

Of  Passion  dwelling  on  forbidden  sweets: 

Ye  lawless  glances,  freely  rove ; 

Ruin  below  and  wrath  above 
Are  all  that  now  the  wildering  fancy  meets. 

Lord,  when  in  some  deep  garden  glade, 

Of  Thee  and  of  myself  afraid, 
From  thoughts  like  these  among  the  bowers  I  hide, 

Nearest  and  loudest  then  of  all 

I  seem  to  hear  the  Judge's  call : — 
"  Where  art  thou,  fallen  man?  come  forth,  and  be  thou 
tried." 

Trembling  before  Thee  as  I  stand, 

Where'er  I  gaze  on  either  hand 
The  sentence  is  gone  forth,  the  ground  is  curs'd : 

Yet  mingled  with  the  penal  shower 

Some  drops  of  balm  in  every  bower 
Steal  down  like  April  dews,  that  softest  fall  and  first. 

If  filial  and  maternal  love* 

Memorial  of  our  guilt  must  prove, 
If  sinful  babes  in  sorrow  must  be  born, 

Yet,  to  assuage  her  sharpest  throes, 

The  faithful  mother  surely  knows, 
This  was  the  way  Thou  cam'st  to  save  the  world  forlorn. t 


*    In  sorrow  shalt  thou  bring  forth  children. 

t    [  Notwithstanding  she  shall  be  saved  in  child  bearing.    1  Tim.  ii.  15.  ] 


98  Sexagesima  Sunday. 

If  blessed  wedlock  may  not  bless* 

Without  some  tinge  of  bitterness 
To  dash  her  cup  of  joy,  since  Eden  lost, 

Chaining  to  earth  with  strong  desire 

Hearts  that  would  highest  else  aspire, 
And  o'er  the  tenderer  sex  usurping  ever  most; 

Yet  by  the  light  of  Christian  lore 

'Tis  blind  Idolatry  no  more, 
But  a  sweet  help  and  pattern  of  true  love, 

Showing  how  best  the  soul  may  cling 

To  her  immortal  Spouse  and  King, 
How  He  should  rule,  and  she  with  full  desire  approve. 

If  niggard  Earth  her  treasures  hide,t 

To  all  but  labouring  hands  denied, 
Lavish  of  thorns  and  worthless  weeds  alone, 

The  doom  is  half  in  mercy  given 

To  train  us  in  our  way  to  Heaven, 
And  show  our  lagging  souls  how  glory  must  be  won. 

If  on  the  sinner's  outward  framej 
God  hath  impress'd  his  mark  of  blame, 
And  even  our  bodies  shrink  at  touch  of  light, 


*    Thy  desire  shall  be  to  thy  husband,  and  he  shall  rule  over  thee, 
f    Cursed  is  the  ground  for  thy  sake. 
X    I  was  afraid  because  I  was  naked. 


Sexagesima  Sunday.  99 

Yet  mercy  hath  not  left  us  bare  : 
The  very  weeds  we  daily  wear* 
Are  to  Faith's  eye  a  pledge  of  God's  forgiving  might. 

And  oh!  if  yet  one  arrow  more,t 

The  sharpest  of  th'  Almighty's  store, 
Tremble  upon  the  string — a  sinner's  death — 

Art  Thou  not  by  to  soothe  and  save, 

To  lay  us  gently  in  the  grave, 
To  close  the  weary  eye  and  hush  the  parting  breath  ? 

Therefore  in  sight  of  man  bereft 

The  happy  garden  still  was  left, 
The  fiery  sword  that  guarded,  show'd  it  too, 

Turning  all  ways,  the  world  to  teach, 

That  though  as  yet  beyond  our  reach, 
Still  in  its  place  the  tree  of  life  and  glory  grew. 

*    The  Lord  God  made  coats  of  skins,  and  he  clothed  them, 
f    Thou  shalt  surely  die. 


<auftt(ittagestma  Suntrag. 


I  do  set  my  bow  in  the  cloud,  and  it  shall  be  for  a  token  of  a  covenant  be- 
tween me  and  the  earth.  Oen.  ix.  13.  [First  Morning  Lesson  for  the  day, 
Church  of  England. J  -  , 


t  [O  Lord,  who  hast  taught  us  that  all  our  doings  without  char- 
ity are  nothing  worth ;  send  thy  Holy  Ghost,  and  pour  into  our 
hearts  that  most  excellent  gift  of  charity,  the  very  bond  of  peace 
and  of  all  virtues;  without  which,  whosoever  liveth  is  counted 
dead  before  thee  :  grant  this  for  thine  only  Son,  Je,sus  Christ's 
sake.    Amen.'] 

SWEET  Dove  !  the  softest,  steadiest  plume 

In  all  the  sunbright  sky, 
Brightening  in  ever-changeful  bloom 

As  breezes  change  on  high  ; — 

Sweet  Leaf!  the  pledge  of  peace  and  mirth, 
"  Long  sought,  and  lately  won," 

Bless'd  increase  of  reviving  Earth, 
When  first  it  felt  the  Sun  ; — 

Sweet  Rainbow  !  pride  of  summer  days, 
High  set  at  Heaven's  command, 


Quinquagesima  Sunday.  101 

Though  into  drear  and  dusky  haze 
Thou  melt  on  either  hand  ; — 

Dear  tokens  of  a  pardoning  God, 

We  hail  ye,  one  and  all, 
As  when  our  fathers  walk'd  abroad,* 

Freed  from  their  twelvemonths'  thrall. 

How  joyful  from  th'  imprisoning  ark 

On  the  green  earth  they  spring ! 
Not  blither,  after  showers,  the  Lark 

Mounts  up  with  glistening  wing. 

So  home-bound  sailors  spring  to  shore, 

Two  oceans  safely  past; 
So  happy  souls,  when  life  is  o'er, 

Plunge  in  th'  empyreal  vast. 

What  wins  their  first  and  fondest  gaze 

In  all  the  blissful  field, 
And  keeps  it  through  a  thousand  days  ? 

Love  face  to  face  re  veal'  d: 

*    [  "When  o'er  the  green  undeluged  earth, 

Heaven's  covenant  thou  didst  shine, 
Bow  came  the  world's  grey  fathers  forth, 

To  watch  thy  sacred  sign. 

"  And  when  its  yellow  lustre  smil'd 

O'er  mountains  yet  untrod, 
Each  mother  held  aloft  her  child, 

To  bless  the  bow  of  God." 

Campbell.  ] 


102  Quinquagesima  Sunday. 

Love  imag'd  in  that  cordial  look 

Our  Lord  in  Eden  bends 
On  souls  that  sin  and  earth  forsook 

In  time  to  die  His  friends. 

And  what  most  welcome  and  serene 
Dawns  on  the  Patriarch's  eye, 

In  all  th'  emerging  hills  so  green, 
In  all  the  brightening  sky  ? 

What  but  the  gentle  rainbow's  gleam. 

Soothing  the  wearied  sight 
That  cannot  bear  the  solar  beam, 

With  soft  undazzling  light? 

Lord,  if  our  fathers  turn'd  to  thee 

With  such  adoring  gaze, 
Wondering  frail  man  thy  light  should  see 

Without  thy  scorching  blaze ; 

Where  is  our  love,  and  where  our  hearts, 
We  wTho  have  seen  thy  Son, 

Have  tried  thy  Spirit's  wanning  arts, 
And  yet  we  are  not  won  ? 

The  Son  of  God  in  radiance  beam'd 
Too  bright  for  us  to  scan, 

But  we  may  face  the  rays  that  stream'd 
From  the  mild  Son  of  Man. 


Quinquagesima  Sunday.  103 

There,  parted  into  rainbow  hues, 

In  sweet  harmonious  strife, 
We  see  celestial  love  diffuse 

Its  light  o'er  Jesus'  life. 

God,  by  His  bow,  vouchsafes  to  write 

This  truth  in  Heaven  above ; 
As  every  lovely  hue  is  Light, 

So  every  grace  is  Love.* 

*    [  The  lines  below  are  not  unworthy  to  be  set  in  Keble's  coronet. 

Be  13rouintus. 

"  There  may  be  a  cloud  without  a  rainbow,  but  there  cannot  be  a  rainbow 
without  a  cloud." 

"  My  soul  were  dark 
But  for  the  golden  light  and  rainbow  hue 
That,  sweeping  Heaven  with  their  triumphal  arc, 

Break  on  the  view. 

"  Enough  to  feel 
That  God  indeed  is  good !  enough  to  know 
Without  the  gloomy  clouds  he  could  reveal 

Xo  beauteous  bow." 

Rev.  William  Crosicell.  ] 


&sh=€a?etttte2foag.* 


When  thou  fastest,  anoint  thine  head,  and  wash  thy  face,  that  thou  appear 
not  unto  men  to  fast,  but  unto  thy  Father  which  is  in  secret.  St.  Matthew 
vi.  17.     [Gospel  for  the  day.]     .  » 


[Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  who  hatest  nothing  that  thou 
hast  made,  and  dost  forgive  the  sins  of  all  those  who  are  penitent; 
create  and  make  in  us  new  and  contrite  hearts,  that  we,  worthily 
lamenting  our  sins  and  acknowledging  our  wretchedness,  may 
obtain  of  thee,  the  God  of  all  mercy,  perfect  remission  and  for- 
giveness, through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     JUmen.] 

"  YES — deep  within  and  deeper  yet 
"  The  rankling  shaft  of  conscience  hide, 

11  Quick  let  the  swelling  eye  forget 
"  The  tears  that  in  the  heart  abide. 


*  [  Ash-Wednesday  (so  called  from  the  custom  in  the  primitive  Church, 
of  sprinkling  ashes  on  that  day  on  the  heads  of  notorious  offenders,  who  were 
then  excommunicated)  is  the  first  day  of  Lent.  The  season  of  Lent  embraces 
forty  days,  Sundays  not  being  counted,  which  the  church  invites  her  mem- 
bers to  observe  with  especial  seriousness  and  self-denial,  as  preparatory  to 
the  due  commemoration  of  the  mournful  event  of  his  crucifixion,  which  is 
celebrated  on  Good-Friday.  The  number  of  days  is  fixed  in  especial  refer- 
ence to  the  forty  days'  fasting  of  our  Lord,  just  before  his  temptation.  ] 


Ash-Wednesday.  105 

11  Calm  be  the  voice,  the  aspect  bold, 
"  No  shuddering  pass  o'er  lip  or  brow, 

"  For  why  should  Innocence  be  told 
"  The  pangs  that  guilty  spirits  bow? 

"  The  loving  eye  that  watches  thine 

"  Close  as  the  air  that  wraps  thee  round — 
"  Why  in  thy  sorrow  should  it  pine, 

"  Since  never  of  thy  sin  it  found  ? 
11  And  wherefore  should  the  heathen  see* 

"  What  chains  of  darkness  thee  enslave, 
"  And  mocking  say,  Lo,  this  is  he 

"  Who  own'd  a  God  that  could  not  save?" 

Thus  oft  the  mourner's  wayward  I  aart 

Tempts  him  to  hide  his  grief  and  die, 
Too  feeble  for  Confession's  smart, 

Too  proud  to  bear  a  pitying  eye ; 
How  sweet,  in  that  dark  hour,  to  fall 

On  bosoms  waiting  to  receive 
Our  sighs,  and  gently  whisper  all! 

They  love  us — will  not  God  forgive  I 

Else  let  us  keep  our  fast  within, 

Till  Heaven  and  we  are  quite  alone, 

Then  let  the  grief,  the  shame,  the  sin, 
Before  the  mercy-seat  be  thrown. 

*    Wherefore  should  they  say  among  the  people,  Where  is  their  God ! 
Joel  ii.  17. 

h2 


106  Jlsh-Wednesday . 

Between  the  porch  and  altar  weep, 

Unworthy  of  the  holiest  place, 
Y  et  hoping  near  the  shrine  to  keep 

One  lowly  cell  in  sight  of  grace. 

Nor  fear  lest  sympathy  should  fail — 

Hast  thou  not  seen,  in  night-hours  drear, 
When  racking  thoughts  the  heart  assail, 

The  glimmering  stars  by  turns  appear, 
And  from  th'  eternal  home  above 

With  silent  news  of  mercy  steal  ? 
So  Angels  pause  on  tasks  of  love, 

To  look  where  sorrowing  sinners  kneel. 

Or,  if  no  Angel  pass  that  way, 

He  who  in  secret  sees,  perchance 
May  bid  his  own  heart-warming  ray 

Toward  thee  stream  with  kindlier  glance, 
As  when  upon  His  drooping  head 

His  Father's  light  was  pour'd  from  Heaven, 
What  time,  unshelter'd  and  unfed,* 

Far  in  the  wild  His  steps  were  driven. 

High  thoughts  were  with  Him  in  that  hour, 
Untold,  unspeakable  on  earth— 

And  who  can  stay  the  soaring  power 
Of  spirits  wean'd  from  worldly  mirth, 


*    St.  Matt.  iv.  1. 


Jlsh-Wednesday.  107 

While  far  beyond  the  sound  of  praise 

With  upward  eye  they  float  serene, 
And  learn  to  bear  their  Saviour's  blaze 

When  Judgment  shall  undraw  the  screen  ? 


jFtrst  Suutrag  in  Sent 


THE  CITY  OF  REFUGE. 


Haste  thee,  escape  thither,  for  I  cannot  do  any  thing  till  thou  be  come 
thither:  therefore  the  name  of  the  city  was  called  Zoar.  Genesis  xix. 22. 
[First  Morning  Lesson  for  the  day,  Church  of  England.] 


[O  Lord,  who  for  our  sake  didst  fast  forty  days  and  forty  nights, 
give  us  grace  to  use  such  abstinence,  that  our  flesh  being  sub- 
dued to  the  Spirit,  we  may  ever  obey  thy  godly  motions  in  right- 
eousness and  true  holiness,  to  thy  honour  and  glory,  who  livest 
and  reignest  with  the  Father  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  one  God, 
world  without  end.     Amen.'] 

"  ANGEL  of  wrath !  why  linger  in  mid  air, 

"  While  the  devoted  city's  cry 
11  Louder  and  louder  swells?  and  canst  thou  spare, 

11  Thy  full-charg'd  vial  standing  by?" 
Thus,  with  stern  voice,  unsparing  Justice  pleads : 

He  hears  her  not — with  soften'd  gaze 
His  eye  is  following  where  sweet  Mercy  leads, 
And  till  she  give  the  sign,  his  fury  stays. 


108  First  Sunday  in  Lent. 

Guided  by  her,  along  the  mountain  road, 
Far  through  the  twilight  of  the  morn, 

With  hurrying  footsteps  from  th'  accurs'd  abode 
He  sees  the  holy  household  borne : 

Angels,  or  more,  on  either  hand  are  nigh,* 
To  speed  them  o'er  the  tempting  plain, 

Lingering  in  heart,  and  with  frail  sidelong  eye 

Seeking  how  near  they  may  unharm'd  remain. 

11  Ah  wherefore  gleam  those  upland  slopes  so  fair? 

"  And  why,  through  every  woodland  arch, 
"  Swells  yon  bright  vale,  as  Eden  rich  and  rare, 

"  Where  Jordan  winds  his  stately  march ; 
"If  all  must  be  forsaken,  ruin'd  all, 

"  If  God  have  planted  but  to  burn  ? — 
"  Surely  not  yet  th'  avenging  shower  will  fall, 
"  Though  to  my  home  for  one  last  look  I  turn." 

Thus  while  they  waver,  surely  long  ago 

They  had  provoked  the  withering  blast, 

But  that  the  merciful  Avengers  know     - 
Their  frailty  well,  and  hold  them  fast. 

"  Haste,  for  thy  life  escape,  nor  look  behind" — 
Ever  in  thrilling  sounds  like  these 

They  check  the  wandering  eye,  severely  kind, 

Nor  let  the  sinner  lose  his  soul  at  ease. 

*  [  The  family  of  Lot,  led  out  of  Sodom.  The  expression,  "angels,  or 
more"  (angels,  or  greater  than  they),  has  reference,  probably,  to  the  "  angel 
of  the  covenant,"  spgken  of  in  the  Old  Testament,  and  generally  understood 
as  a  manifestation  of  the  Son  of  God.  ] 


First  Sunday  in  Lent.  1 09 

And  when,  overwearied  with  the  steep  ascent, 

We  for  a  nearer  refuge  crave, 
One  little  spot  of  ground  in  mercy  lent, 

One  hour  of  home  before  the  grave, 
Oft  in  his  pity  o'er  his  children  weak, 

His  hand  withdraws  the  penal  fire, 
And  where  we  fondly  cling,  forbears  to  wreak 
Full  vengeance,  till  our  hearts  are  wean'd  entire, 

Thus,  by  the  merits  of  one  righteous  man, 

The  Church,  our  Zoar,  shall  abide, 
Till  she  abuse,  so  sore,  her  lengthen'd  span, 

Even  Mercy's  self  her  face  must  hide. 
Then,  onward  yet  a  step,  thou  hard-won  soul; 

Though  in  the  Church  thou  know  thy  place, 
The  mountain  farther  lies — there  seek  thy  goal, 
There  breathe  at  large,  o'erpast  thy  dangerous  race. 

Sweet  is  the  smile  of  home;  the  mutual  look 

When  hearts  are  of  each  other  sure; 
Sweet  all  the  joys  that  crowd  the  household  nook> 

The  haunt  of  all  affections  pure  ; 
Yet  in  the  world  even  these  abide,  and  we 

Above  the  world  our  calling  boast: 
Once  gain  the  mountain  top,  and  thou  art  free : 
Till  then,  who  rest,  presume ;  who  turn  to  look,  are  lost.-- 

*    [  Escape  for  thy  life :  look  not  behind  thee,  neither  stay  thou  in  all  the 

plain :  escape  to  the  mountain,  lest  thou  be  consumed But  his  wife 

looked  back  from  behind  him,  and  she  became  a  pillar  of  salt.     Genesis 
xix.  17,  26.  ] 


Srcoirt  SunTras  in  3&cut 

ESAU'S  FORFEIT. 

And  when  Esau  heard  the  words  of  his  father,  he  cried  with  a  great  and 
exceeding  bitter  cry,  and  said- unto  his  father,  Bless  me,  even  me  alstf,  O  my 
father.  Gen.  xxvii.  34.  (Compare  Hebreics  xii.  17.  He  found  no  place  for 
repentance,  though  he  sought  it  carefully  with  tears).*  [First  Morning  Les- 
son for  the  day,  Church  of  England.] 


[Almighty  God,  who  seest  that  we  have  no  power  of  ourselves 
to  help  ourselves;  keep  us  both  outwardly  in  our  bodies,  and  in- 
wardly in  our  souls ;  that  we  may  be  defended  from  all  adversi- 
ties which  may  happen  to  the  body,  and  from  all  evil  thoughts 
which  may  assault  and  hurt  the  soul,  through  Jesus  Christ  our 
Lord.    Amen.'] 

"  AND  is  there  in  God's  world  so  drear  a  place 
"  Where  the  loud  bitter  crv  is  rais'd  in  vain? 


*  The  author  earnestly  hopes,  that  nothing  in  these  stanzas  will  be  un- 
derstood to  express  any  opinion  as  to  the  general  efficacy  of  what  is  called 
"  a  death-bed  repentance."  Such  questions  are  best  left  in  the  merciful  ob- 
scurity with  which  Scripture  has  enveloped  them.  Esau's  probation,  as  far 
as  his  birthright  was  concerned,  was  quite  over  when  he  uttered  the  cry  in 
the  text.  His  despondency  therefore  is  not  parallel  to  any  thing  on  this  side 
the  grave. 


Second  Sunday  in  Lent.  Ill 

11  Where  tears  of  penance  come  too  late  for  grace, 
"  As  on  th'  uprooted  flower  the  genial  rain?" 

'Tis  even  so:  the  sovereign  Lord  of  souls 
Stores  in  the  dungeon  of  his  boundless  realm 

Each  bolt,  that  o'er  the  sinner  vainly  rolls, 
With  gather' d  wrath  the  reprobate  to  whelm. 

Will  the  storm  hear  the  sailor's  piteous  cry,* 
Taught  to  mistrust,  too  late,  the  tempting  wave, 

When  all  around  he  sees  but  sea  and  sky, 
A  God  in  anger,  a  self-chosen  grave  1 

Or  will  the  thorns,  that  strew  intemperance'  bed,t 
Turn  with  a  wrish  to  down  ?  will  late  remorse 

Recall  the  shaft  the  murderer's  hand  has  sped, 
Or  from  the  guiltless  bosom  turn  its  course  ? 

Then  may  th'  unbodied  soul  in  safety  fleet 
Through  the  dark  curtains  of  the  world  above, 

Fresh  from  the  stain  of  crime ;  nor  fear  to  meet 

The  God,  wThom  here  she  wrould  not  learn  to  love : 

Then  is  there  hope  for  such  as  die  unblest, 
That  angel  wings  may  waft  them  to  the  shore, 

*    Compare  Bishop  Butler's  Analogy,  p.  54 — 64,  ed.  1736. 

t  [  "  Consider,  then,  people  ruin  their  fortunes  by  extravagance  j  they 
bring  diseases  upon  themselves  by  excess  j  they  incur  the  penalties  of  civil 
laws:  will  sorrow  for  these  follies  past,  and  behaving  well  for  the  future, 
alone  and  of  itself,  prevent  the  natural  consequences  of  them :"  Butler's 
Analogy,  part  ii.  c.  v.  sec.  4.  ] 


112  Second  Sunday  in  Lent. 

Nor  need  th'  unready  virgin  strike  her  breast, 

Nor  wait  desponding  round  the  bridegroom's  door. 

But  where  is  then  the  stay  of  contrite  hearts  ? 

Of  old  they  lean'd  on  thy  eternal  word, 
But  with  the  sinner's  fear  their  hope  departs, 

Fast  link'd  as  thy  great  Name  to  Thee,  O  Lord : 

That  Name,  by  which  thy  faithful  oath  is  past,. 

That  we  should  endless  be,  for  joy  or  woe: — 
And  if  the  treasures  of  thy  wrath  could  waste, 

Thy  lovers  must  their  promis'd  Heaven  forego. 

But  ask  of  elder  days,  earth's  vernal  hour, 
When  in  familiar  talk  God's  voice  was  heard, 

When  at  the  Patriarch's  call  the  fiery  shower 
Propitious  o'er  the  turf-built  shrine  appear'd. 

Watch  by  our  father  Isaac's  pastoral  door — 
The  birthright  sold,  the  blessing  lost  and  won, 

Tell,  Heaven  has  wrath  that  can  relent  no  more, 
The  Grave,  dark  deeds  that  cannot  be  undone. 

We  barter  life  for  pottage;  sell  true  bliss, 

For  wealth  or  power,  for  pleasure  or  renown ; 

Thus,  Esau-like,  our  Father's  blessing  miss, 
Then  wash  with  fruitless  tears  our  faded  crown. 

Our  faded  crown,  despis'd  and  flung  aside, 

Shall  on  some  brother's  brow  immortal  bloom, 


Second  Sunday  in  Lent.  1 13 

No  partial  hand  the  blessing  may  misguide ; 

No  flattering  fancy  change  our  Monarch's  doom : 

His  righteous  doom,  that  meek  true-hearted  Love 
The  everlasting  birthright  should  receive, 

The  softest  dews  drop  on  her  from  above,* 

The  richest  green  her  mountain  garland  weave ; 

Her  brethren,  mightiest,  wisest,  eldest  born, 
Bow  to  her  sway,  and  move  at  her  behest  : 

Isaac's  fond  blessing  may  not  fall  on  scorn, 

Nor  Balaam's  curse  on  Love,  which  God  hath  blest. 

*    Genesis  xxvii.  27,  28. 


arfitrU  Sunirag  in  Sent 

THE  SPOILS  OF  SATAN. 

When  a  strong  man  armed  keepeth  his  palace,  his  goods  are  in  peace.  Buf 
when  a  stronger  than  he  shall  .come  upon  him,  and  overcome  him,  he  taketli 
from  him  all  his  armour  wherein  he  trusted,  and  divideth  his  spoil.  St.  Lkke 
xi.  21,  22.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 

[We  beseech  thee,  Almighty  God,  look  upon  the  hearty  de- 
sires of  thy  humble  servants,  and  stretch  forth  the  right  hand  of 
thy  Majesty,  to  be  our  defence  against  all  our  enemies,  through 
Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.'] 

SEE  Lucifer  like  lightning  fall 

Dash'd  from  his  throne  of  pride ; 
While,  answering  Thy  victorious  call, 
The  Saints  his  spoils  divide, 
This  world  of  thine,  by  him  usurp'd  too  long, 
Now  opening  all  her  stores  to  heal  thy  servants'  wrong. 

So  when  the  first-born  of  thy  foes 

Dead  in  the  darkness  lay, 
When  thy  redeem'd  at  midnight  rose 

Aad  cast  their  bonds  away, 


Third  Sunday  in  Lent.  115 

The  orphan' d  realm  threw  wide  her  gates,  and  told 
Into  freed  Israel's  lap  her  jewels  and  her  gold. 

And  when  their  wondrous  march  was  o'er, 

And  they  had  won  their  homes, 
Where  Abraham  fed  his  flock  of  yore, 
Among  their  fathers'  tombs ; — 
A  land  that  drinks  the  rain  of  heaven  at  will, 
Whose  waters  kiss  the  feet  of  many  a  vine-clad  hill ; — 

Oft  as  they  watch'd,  at  thoughtful  eve, 

A  gale  from  bowers  of  balm 
Sweep  o'er  the  billowy  corn,  and  heave 
The  tresses  of  the  palm, 
Just  as  the  lingering  Sun  had  touch'd  with  gold, 
Far  o'er  the  cedar  shade,  some  tower  of  giants  old; 

It  was  a  fearful  joy,  I  ween, 

To  trace  the  Heathen's  toil, 
The  limpid  wells,  the  orchards  green 
Left  ready  for  the  spoil, 
The  househould  stores  untouch'd,  the  roses  bright 
Wreath'd  o'er  the  cottage  walls  in  garlands  of  delight.* 

•-■  &•  * 

And  now  another  Canaan  yields 

To  thine  all-conquering  ark ; — 


*  [  A  most  lovely  picture  of  the  natural  and  domestic  beauties  of  the 
land  upon  which,  as  on  Eden  before,  sin  had  brought  down  the  curse.  It  is 
here  most  skilfully  introduced  to  heighten  the  contrast.  ] 


116  Third  Sunday  in  Lent. 

Fly  from  the  "  old  poetic"  fields,* 
Ye  Paynim  shadows  dark ! 
Immortal  Greece,  dear  land  of  glorious  lays, 
Lo!   here   the   "unknown  God"  of  thy  unconscious 
praise  !t 

The  olive  wreath,  the  ivied  wand, 
"  The  sword  in  myrtles  drest,"J 
Each  legend  of  the  shadowy  strand 
Now  wakes  a  vision  blest : 
As  little  children  lisp,  and  tell  of  Heaven, 
So  thoughts  beyond  their  thought  to  those  high  Bards 
were  given. 

And  these  are  ours ;  Thy  partial  grace 

The  tempting  treasure  lends : 
These  relics  of  a  guilty  race 
Are  forfeit  to  thy  friends : 
What  seem'd  an  idol  hymn,  now  breathes  of  Thee, 
Tun'd  by  Faith's  ear  to  some  celestial  melody. 

*    Where  each  old  poetic  mountain 
Inspiration  breathed  around. 

Gray. 
f    [  As  I  passed  by,  and  beheld  your  devotions,  I  found  an  altar  with 
this  inscription,  TO  THE  UNKNOWN  GOD.    Acts  xvii.  23.  J 
\    [  The  famous  Athenian  drinking  song,  by  Callistratus : — 

"  I'll  wreathe  my  sword  with  myrtle  as  the  brave  Harmodius  did, 
And  as  Aristogeiton  his  avenging  weapon  hid, 
When  they  slew  the  haughty  tyrant,  and  regained  our  liberty, 
And  breaking  down  oppression,  made  the  men  of  Athens  free." 

G.  W.  D.  } 


Third  Sunday  in  Lent.  117 

There's  not  a  strain  to  Memory  dear 

Nor  flower  in  classic  grove, 
There's  not  a  sweet  note  warbled  here, 
But  minds  us  of  thy  Love. 
O  Lord,  our  Lord,  and  spoiler  of  our  foes, 
There  is  no  light  but  thine :  with  Thee  all  beauty  glows. 


iFourtft  Suntrag  in  Sent 

THE  ROSE  BUD. 

Joseph  made  haste,  for  his  bowels  did  yearn  upon  his  brother ;  and  he 
sought  where  to  weep ;  and  he  entered  into  his  chamber,  and  wept  there. 
Gen.  xliii.  30.    [First  Lesson,  Morning  service.  Church  of  England.] 

There  stood  no  man  with  them,  while  Joseph  made  himself  known  unto  hi  - 
brethren.     Oen.  xlv.  1.    [First  Lesson,  Evening  service,  Church  of  England. 


[Grant,  we  beseech  thee,  Almighty  God,  that  we,  who  for  our 
evil  deeds  do  worthily  deserve  to  be  punished,  by  the  comfort  of 
thy  grace  may  mercifully  be  relieved,  through  our  Lord  and  Sa- 
viour, Jesus  Christ.    Amen.] 

WHEN  Nature  tries  her  finest  touch, 
Weaving  her  vernal  wreath, 

*    See  Burns's  Works,  i.  293,  Dr.  Currie's  edition. 

[  "  There's  not  a  bonnie  flower  that  springs 

By  fountain,  shaw  or  green, 
There's  not  a  bonnie  bird  that  sings, 

But  minds  me  o'  my  Jean."  ] 

i2 


118  Fourth  Sunday  in  Lent. 

Mark  ye,  how  close  she  veils  her  round, 
Not  to  be  trac'd  by  sight  or  sound, 
Nor  soil'd  by  ruder  breath? 

Who  ever  saw  the  earliest  rose 

First  open  her  sweet  breast? 
Or,  when  the  summer  sun  goes  down, 
The  first  soft  star  in  evening's  crown 
Light  up  her  gleaming  crest? 

Fondly  we  seek  the  dawning  bloom 
On  features  wan  and  fair, — 

The  gazing  eye  no  change  can  trace, 

But  look  away  a  little  space, 

Then  turn,  and,  lo !  'tis  there. 

But  there's  a  sweeter  flower  than  e'er 

Blush' d  on  the  rosy  spray — 
A  brighter  star,  a  richer  bloom 
Than  e'er  did  western  heaven  illume 
At  close  of  summer  day. 

'Tis  Love,  the  last  best  gift  of  Heaven; 

Love  gentle,  holy,  pure : 
But,  tenderer  than  a  dove's  soft  eye, 
The  searching  sun,  the  open  sky 

She  never  could  endure. 

Even  human  Love  will  shrink  from  sight 
Here  in  the  coarse  rude  earth : 


Fourth  Sunday  in  Lent.  119 

How  then  should  rash  intruding  glance 
Break  in  upon  her  sacred  trance 
Who  boasts  a  heavenly  birth  ? 

So  still  and  secret  is  her  growth, 

Ever  the  truest  heart, 
Where  deepest  strikes  her  kindly  root 
For  hope  or  joy,  for  flower  or  fruit, 

Least  knows  its  happy  part. 

God  only,  and  good  angels,  look 

Behind  the  blissful  screen- 
As  when,  triumphant  o'er  his  woes, 
The  Son  of  God  by  moonlight  rose,* 

By  all  but  Heaven  unseen : 

As  when  the  holy  Maid  beheld 

Her  risen  Son  and  Lord : 
Thought  has  not  colours  half  so  fair 
That  she  to  paint  that  hour  may  dare, 

In  silence  best  ador'd. 

The  gracious  Dove,  that  brought  from  Heaven 

The  earnest  of  our  bliss, 
Of  many  a  chosen  witness  telling, 
On  many  a  happy  vision  dwelling, 

Sings  not  a  note  of  this. 


*    [  It  was  at  the  time  of  the  Paschal  full  moon  that  the  Saviour  rose 
from  the  dead.  ] 


120  Fourth  Sunday  in  Lent. 

So,  truest  image  of  the  Christ, 
Old  Israel's  long-lost  son, 
What  time,  with  sweet  forgiving  cheer, 
He  call'd  his  conscious  brethren  near, 
Would  weep  with  them  alone. 

He  could  not  trust  his  melting  soul 

But  in  his  Maker's  sight — 
Then  why  should  gentle  hearts  and  true 
Bare  to  the  rude  world's  withering  view 
Their  treasure  of  delight ! 

No— let  the  dainty  rose  awhile 

Her  bashful  fragrance  hide — 
Rend  not  her  silken  veil  too  soon, 
But  leave  her,  in  her  own  soft  noon, 
To  flourish  and  abide. 


iFfttit  Sbtttrtag  tn  JLent 


THE  BURNING  BUSH. 


And  Moses  said,  I  will  now  turn  aside  and  see  this  great  sight,  why  the 
bush  is  not  burned.  Exodus  in.  3.  [First  Lesson,  Morning  service,  Church 
of  England.] 


[We  beseech  thee,  Almighty  God,  mercifully  to  look  upon  thy 
people ;  that  by  thy  great  goodness  they  may  be  governed  and 
preserved  evermore,  both  in  body  and  soul,  through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Lord.    Amen.] 

TH'  historic  Muse,  from  age  to  age, 
Thro'  many  a  waste  heart-sickening  page 

Hath  trac'd  the  works  of  Man : 
But  a  celestial  call  to-day- 
Stays  her,  like  Moses,  on  her  way, 

The  works  of  God  to  scan. 

Far  seen  across  the  sandy  wild, 
Where,  like  a  solitary  child, 

He  thoughtless  roam'd  and  free, 


122  Fifth  Sunday  in  Lent. 

One  towering  thorn*  was  wrapt  in  flame — 
Bright  without  blaze  it  went  and  came : 
Who  would  not  turn  and  see  ? 

Along  the  mountain  ledges  green 
The  scatter'd  sheep  at  will  may  glean 

The  Desert's  spicy  stores : 
The  while,  with  undivided  heart, 
The  shepherd  talks  with  God  apart, 

And,  as  he  talks,  adores. 

Ye  too,  who  tend  Christ's  wildering  flock, 
Well  may  ye  gather  round  the  rock 

That  once  was  Sion's  hill: 
To  watch  the  fire  upon  the  mount 
Still  blazing,  like  the  solar  fount, 

Yet  unconsuming  still. 

Caught  from  that  blaze  by  wrath  divine, 
Lost  branches  of  the  once-lov'd  vine, 

Now  wither'd,  spent,  and  sere, 
See  Israel's  sons,  like  glowing  brands, 
Tost  wildly  o'er  a  thousand  lands 

For  twice  a  thousand  year. 

God  will  not  quench  nor  slay  them  quite, 
But  lifts  them  like  a  beacon  light 
Th'  apostate  Church  to  scare : 

*    "  Seneh  :"  said  to  be  a  sort  of  Acacia. 


Fifth  Sunday  in  Lent.  123 

Or  like  pale  ghosts  that  darkling  roam, 
Hovering  around  their  ancient  home, 
But  find  no  refuge  there. 

Ye  blessed  Angels !  if  of  you 

There  be,  who  love  the  ways  to  view 

Of  Kings  and  Kingdoms  here ; 
(And  sure,  'tis  worth  an  Angel's  gaze, 
To  see,  throughout  that  dreary  maze, 

God  teaching  love  and  fear:) 

O  say,  in  all  the  bleak  expanse, 
Is  there  a  spot  to  win  your  glance, 

So  bright,  so  dark  as  this  ? 
A  hopeless  faith,  a  homeless  race,* 
Yet  seeking  the  most  holy  place, 

And  owning  the  true  bliss ! 

Salted  with  fire  they  seemt  to  show 
How  spirits  lost  in  endless  woe 

May  undecaying  live. 
Oh  sickening  thought !  yet  hold  it  fast 
Long  as  this  glittering  world  shall  last, 

Or  sin  at  heart  survive. 

*  [  The  Jews,  alluded  to  in  these  lines,  "  a  nation  scattered  and  peeled," 
without  a  home  in  the  whole  world,  of  which,  as  the  peculiar  people  of  God, 
they  were  once  the  favoured  heirs.  Without  a  temple,  without  a  sacrifice, 
without  a  priest,— how  fearfully  and  wonderfully  do  they  fulfil  the  old  pro- 
phetic record  !  How  literally  is  His  blood  upon  them,  and  upon  their  chil- 
dren !  ] 

t    St.  Mark  ix.  49. 


124  Fifth  Sunday  in  Lent. 

And  hark!  amid  the  flashing  fire, 
Mingling  with  tones  of  fear  and  ire, 

Soft  Mercy's  undersong — 
'Tis  Abraham's  God  who  speaks  so  loud. 
His  people's  cries  have  pierc'd  the  cloud, 

He  sees,  He  sees  their  wrong;* 

He  is  come  down  to  break  their  chain ; 
Though  never  more  on  Sion's  fane 

His  visible  ensign  wave ; 
'Tis  Sion,  wheresoe'er  they  dwell, 
Who,  with  His  own  true  Israel, 

Shall  own  Him  strong  to  save. 

He  shall  redeem  them  one  by  one, 
Where'er  the  world-encircling  sun 

Shall  see  them  meekly  kneel : 
AJ1  that  he  asks  on  Israel's  part, 
Is  only,  that  the  captive  heart 

Its  woe  and  burthen  feel. 

Gentiles !  with  fix'd  yet  awful  eye 
Turn  ye  this  page  of  mystery, 

Nor  slight  the  warning  sound : 
"  Put  off  thy  shoes  from  off  thy  feet — 
"  The  place  where  man  his  God  shall  meet, 

11  Be  sure,  is  holy  ground." 

*    Exod.  iii.  7, 8. 


THE  CHILDREN  IN  THE  TEMPLE. 

And  He  answered  and  said  unto  them,  I  tell  you,  that  if  these  should 
hold  their  peace,  the  stones  would  immediately  cry  out.    St.  Luke  xix.  40. 


[Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  who,  of  thy  tender  love  to- 
wards mankind,  hast  sent  thy  Son  our  Saviour  Jesus  Christ,  to 
take  upon  him  our  flesh,  and  to  suffer  death  upon  the  cross,  that 
all  mankind  should  follow  the  example  of  his  great  humility ; 
mercifully  grant  that  we  may  both  follow  the  example  of  his 
patience,  and  also  be  made  partakers  of  his  resurrection,  through 
the  same  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.'] 

YE  whose  hearts  are  beating  high 
With  the  pulse  of  Poesy, 
Heirs  of  more  than  royal  race, 
Fram'd  by  Heaven's  peculiar  grace, 
God's  own  work  to  do  on  earth, 
(If  the  word  be  not  too  bold) 

*  [  The  Sunday  next  before  Easter,  so  called  in  reference  to  the  palm 
branches  thrown  before  our  Saviour  on  his  way  to  Jerusalem,  five  days  be- 
fore his  crucifixion.  ] 

K 


126  Palm  Sunday. 

Giving  virtue  a  new  birth, 

And  a  life  that  ne'er  grows  old — 

Sovereign  masters  of  all  hearts ! 
Know  ye,  who  hath  set  your  parts  ? 
He  who  gave  you  breath  to  sing, 
By  whose  strength  ye  sweep  the  string, 
He  hath  chosen  you,  to  lead 

His  Hosannas  here  below ; — 
Mount,  and  claim  your  glorious  meed ; 

Linger  not  with  .sin  and  woe. 

But  if  ye  should  hold  your  peace, 
.    Deem  not  that  the  song  would  cease — 
Angels  round  His  glory-throne, 
Stars,  his  guiding  hand  that  own, 
Flowers,  that  grow  beneath  our  feet, 

Stones  in  earth's  dark  womb  that  rest, 
High  and  low  in  choir  shall  meet. 

Ere  His  Name  shall  be  unblest. 

Lord,  by  every  minstrel  tongue 
Be  thy  praise  so  duly  sung, 
That  thine  angels'  harps  may  ne'er 
Fail  to  find  fit  echoing  here : 
We  the  while,  of  meaner  birth, 

Who  in  that  divinest  spell 
Dare  not  hope  to  join  on  earth, 

Give  us  grace  to  listen  well. 


Palm  Sunday.  127 

But  should  thankless  silence  seal 
Lips,  that  might  half  Heaven  reveal, 
Should  bards  in  idol-hymns  profane 
The  sacred  soul-enthralling  strain 
(As  in  this  bad  world  below 

Noblest  things  find  vilest  using), 
Then,  thy  power  and  mercy  show, 

In  vile  things  noble  breath  infusing ; 

Then  waken  into  sound  divine 

The  very  pavement  of  thy  shrine, 

Till  we,  like  Heaven's  star-sprinkled  floor, 

Faintly  give  back  what  we  adore. 

Childlike  though  the  voices  be, 

And  untunable  the  parts, 
Thou  wilt  own  the  minstrelsy, 

If  it  flow  from  childlike  hearts. 


Smites  before  Easter. 

CHRIST  WAITING  FOR  THE  CROSS. 

Doubtless  Thou  art  our  Father,  though  Abraham  be  ignorant  of  us,  and 
Israel  acknowledge  us  not.  Isaiah  lxiii.  ]6.  [Portion  of  Scripture  appointed 
for  the  Epistle  in  the  Service  for -the  day.] 


"  FATHER  to  me  Thou  art  and  Mother  dear, 
"  And  Brother  too,  kind  husband  of  my  heart"* — 

So  speaks  Andromache  in  boding  fear, 

Ere  from  her  last  embrace  her  hero  part —    , 

So  evermore,  by  Faith's  undying  glow, 

We  own  the  Crucified  in  weal  or  woe. 

Strange  to  our  ears  the  church-bells  of  our  home, 
The  fragrance  of  our  old  paternal  fields 

May  be  forgotten ;  and  the  time  may  come 

When  the  babe's  kiss  no  sense  of  pleasure  yields 

*    [  "  Yet  while  my  Hector  still  survives,  I  see 
My  father,  mother,  brethren  all  in  thee  : 
Alas  !  my  parents,  brothers,  kindred,  all 
Once  more  will  perish,  if  my  Hector  fall." 

Iliad  vi.  429.    Pope's  Version  vi.  544.  ] 


Monday  before  Easter,  129 

Even  to  the  doting  mother:  but  thine  own 
Thou  never  canst  forget,  nor  leave  alone. 

There  are  who  sigh  that  no  fond  heart  is  theirs, 
None  loves  them  best — O  vain  and  selfish  sigh ! 

Out  of  the  bosom  of  His  love  He  spares — 
The  Father  spares  the  Son,  for  thee  to  die  : 

For  thee  He  died — for  thee  He  lives  again : 

O'er  thee  He  watches  in  His  boundless  reign. 

Thou  art  as  much  His  care,  as  if  beside 

Nor  man  nor  angel  liv'd  in  heaven  or  earth : 

Thus  sunbeams  pour  alike  their  glorious  tide 
To  light  up  worlds,  or  wake  an  insect's  mirth : 

They  shine  and  shine  with  unexhausted  store — 

Thou  art  thy  Saviour's  darling — seek  no  more. 

On  thee  and  thine,  thy  warfare  and  thine  end, 
Even  in  His  hour  of  agony  He  thought, 

When,  ere  the  final  pang  His  soul  should  rend, 
The  ransom' d  spirits  one  by  one  were  brought 

To  his  mind's  eye — two  silent  nights  and  days* 

In  calmness  for  His  far-seen  hour  He  stays. 

Ye  vaulted  cells  where  martyr' d  seers  of  old 
Far  in  the  rocky  walls  of  Sion  sleep, 


*  In  Passion  week,  from  Tuesday  evening  to  Thursday  evening :  during 
which  time  Scripture  seems  to  be  nearly  silent  concerning  our  Saviour's 
proceedings. 

k2 


130  Monday  before  Easter. 

Green  terraces  and  arched  fountains  cold, 

Where  lies  the  cypress  shade  so  still  and  deep, 
Dear  sacred  haunts  of  glory  and  of  woe, 
Help  us,  one  hour,  to  trace  His  musings  high  and  low : 

One  heart-ennobling  hour!  It  may  not  be 

Th'  unearthly  thoughts  have  pass'd  from  earth  away. 
And  fast  as  evening  sunbeams  from  the  sea 

Thy  footsteps  all  in  Sion's  deep  decay 
Were  blotted  from  the  holy  ground :  yet  dear 
Is  every  stone  of  hers;  for  Thou  wast  surely  here.' 

There  is  a  spot  within  this  sacred  dale 

That  felt  Thee  kneeling — touch' d  thy  prostrate  brow : 

*    [  "  'Tis  sweet  to  Him  who  treasures  love  divine, 

The  coasts  with  zeal  of  palmer  old  to  trace, 
Hills,  vales  and  streams  of  holy  Palestine, 

And  mark  in  every  ancient  hallowed  place 
What  rays  of  glory  wont  of  old  to  shine, 

What  acts  of  wonder,  and  what  words  of  grace  : 
How  here  the  mourner  heard  glad  news  of  rest, 
Here  the  deaf  ear  the  Saviour's  presence  blest, 
The  sightless  eye  beheld,  the  speechless  tongue  confest. 

"  And  sweet  to  them  whose  bounded  lot  at  home 

Constrains  their  steps  in  quietude  to  stray, 
Yea,  sweet  it  is  to  them,  afar  to  roam 

In  thought,  companions  of  the  palmer's  way, 
And  to  the  mother  land  of  Christendom, 

The  debt  of  more  than  patriot  fondness  pay, — 
If  Judah's  palmy  hills  their  sojourn  be, 
Or  Jordan's  flood,  or  lone  Tiberias  sea, 
Or  thy  once  glorious  towns,  thrice  favoured  Galilee  ?" 

Bishop  jyiant,  Gospel  Miracles,  p.  120.  ] 


Monday  before  Easter.  131 

One  angel  knows  it.     O  might  prayer  avail 

To  win  that  knowledge !  sure  each  holy  vow 
Less  quickly  from  th'  unstable  soul  would  fade, 
OfFer'd  where  Christ  in  agony  was  laid. 

Might  tear  of  ours  once  mingle  with  the  blood 
That  from  His  aching  brow  by  moonlight  fell, 

Over  the  mournful  joy  our  thoughts  would  brood, 
Till  they  had  fram'd  within  a  guardian  spell 

To  chase  repining  fancies,  as  they  rise, 

Like  birds  of  evil  wing,  to  mar  our  sacrifice. 

So  dreams  the  heart  self-flattering,  fondly  dreams ; — 
Else  wherefore,  when  the  bitter  waves  o'erflow, 

Miss  we  the  light,  Gethsemane,  that  streams 
From  thy  dear  name,  where  in  His  page  of  woe 

It  shines,  a  pale  kind  star  in  winter's  sky? 

Who  vainly  reads  it  there,  in  vain  had  seen  Him  die. 


aruesirat)  fitfore  Easter 

CHRIST  REFUSING  THE  WINE  AND  MYRRH. 

They  gave  him  to  drink  wine  mingled  with  myrrh :  but  he  received  it  Dot. 
St.Markxv.Z3.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 

"  FILL  high  the  bowl,  and  spice  it  well,  and  pour 
4 'The  dews  oblivious:  for  the  Cross  is  sharp. 

"  The  Cross  is  sharp,  and  He 

"  Is  tenderer  than  a  lamb. 

"  He  wept  by  Lazarus'  grave — how  will  He  bear 
"  This  bed  of  anguish?  and  His  pale  weak  form 

"  Is  worn  with  many  a  watch 

"  Of  sorrow  and  unrest. 

"  His  sweat  last  night  was  as  great  drops  of  blood, 
11  And  the  sad  burthen  press'd  him  so  to  earth, 

"  The  very  torturers  paus'd 

"  To  help  Him  on  His  way. 

"  Fill  high  the  bowl,  benumb  His  aching  sense 
"  With  medicin'd  sleep." — 0  awful  in  thy  woe! 


Tuesday  before  Easter.  133 

The  parching  thirst  of  death 
Is  on  Thee,  and  thou  triest 

The  slumberous  potion  bland,  and  wilt  not  drink : 
Not  sullen,  nor  in  scorn,  like  haughty  man 

With  suicidal  hand 

Putting  his  solace  by : 

But  as  at  first  thine  all-pervading  look 
Saw  from  thy  Father's  bosom  to  th'  abyss, 

Measuring  in  calm  presage 

The  infinite  descent; 

So  to  the  end,  though  now  of  mortal  pangs 
Made  heir,  and  emptied  of  thy  glory'  awhile, 

With  unaverted  eye 

Thou  meetest  all  the  storm. 

Thou  wilt  feel  all,  that  Thou  may'st  pity  all  ;* 
And  rather  wouldst  Thou  wrestle  with  strong  pain, 

Than  overcloud  thy  soul, 

So  clear  in  agony, 

Or  lose  one  glimpse  of  Heaven  before  the  time. 
0  most  entire  and  perfect  sacrifice, 

Renew'd  in  every  pulse 

That  on  the  tedious  Cross 


*    [  "  For  in  that  he  himself  hath  suffered,  being  tempted,  he  is  able  to 
succour  them  also  that  are  tempted.'"    Hebrews  ii.  18.  ] 


134 


Tuesday  before  Easter. 


Told  the  long  hours  of  death,  as,  one  by  one, 
The  life  strings  of  that  tender  heart  gave  way ; 

Even  sinners,  taught  by  Thee, 

Look  Sorrow  in  the  face, 

And  bid  her  freely  welcome,  unbeguil'd 
By  false  kind  solaces,  and  spells  of  earth : — 

And  yet  not  all  unsooth'd; 

For  when  was  Joy  so  dear, 

As  the  deep  calm  that  breath'd,  "  Father,  for  give" 
Or,  "  Be  with  me  in  Paradise  to-day?" 

And,  though  the  strife  be  sore, 

Yet  in  His  parting  breath 

Love  masters  agony ;  the  soul  that  seem'd 
Forsaken,  feels  her  present  God  again, 

And  in  her  Father's  arms 

Contented  dies  awav. 


32?cirucsirag  ttfovt  Easter. 


CHRIST  IN  THE  GARDEN. 


Saying,  Father,  if  thou  be  willing,  remove  this  cup  from  me :  nevertheless. 
not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done.    St.  Luke  xxii.  42.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


0  LORD  my  God,  do  Thou  thy  holy  will— 

I  will  lie  still — 

1  will  not  stir,  lest  I  forsake  thine  arm, 

And  break  the  charm, 
Which  lulls  me,  clinging  to  my  Father's  breast, 
In  perfect  rest. 

Wild  Fancy,  peace !  thou  must  not  me  beguile 

With  thy  false  smile : 
I  know  thy  flatteries  and  thy  cheating  ways ; 

Be  silent,  Praise, 
Blind  guide  with  siren  voice,  and  blinding  all 

That  hear  thy  call. 

Come,  Self-devotion,  high  and  pure, 
Thoughts  that  in  thankfulness  endure, 


136  Wednesday  before  Easter. 

Though  dearest  hopes  are  faithless  found, 
And  dearest  hearts  are  bursting  round. 
Come,  Resignation,  spirit  meek, 
And  let  me  kiss  thy  placid  cheek, 
And  read  in  thy  pale  eye  serene 
Their  blessing,  who  by  faith  can  wean 
Their  hearts  from  sense,  and  learn  to  love 
God  only,  and  the  joys  above. 

They  say,  who  know  the  life  divine, 

And  upward  gaze  with  eagle  eyne, 

That  by  each  golden  crowrn  on  high,* 

Rich  with  celestial  jewelry, 

Which  for  our  Lord's  redeem'd  is  set, 

There  hangs  a  radiant  coronet, 

All  gemm'd  with  pure  and  living  light, 

Too  dazzling  for  a  sinner's  sight, 

Prepar'd  for  virgin  souls,  and  them 

Who  seek  the  martyr's  diadem. 

Nor  deem,  who  to  that  bliss  aspire,  . 
Must  win  their  way  through  blood  and  fire. 
The  writhings  of  a  wrounded  heart 
Are  fiercer  than  a  foeman's  dart. 


*    That  little  coronet  or  special  reward  which  God  hath  prepared 

(extraordinary  and  besides  the  great  Crown  of  all  faithful  souls)  for  those 
M  who  have  not  defiled  themselves  with  women,  but  follow  the  (virgin' 
Lamb  for  ever."    Bishop  Taylor,  Holy  Living,  c.  xi.  sect.  3 


Wednesday  before  Easter,  137 

Oft  in  Life's  stillest  shade  reclining, 
In  Desolation  unrepining, 
Without  a  hope  on  earth  to  rind 
A  mirror  in  an  answering  mind, 
Meek  souls  there  are,  who  little  dream 
Their  daily  strife  an  Angel's  theme, 
Or  that  the  rod  they  take  so  calm 
Shall  prove  in  Heaven  a  martyr's  palm. 

And  there  are  souls  that  seem  to  dwell 

Above  this  earth — so  rich  a  spell 

Floats  round  their  steps,  where'er  they  move, 

From  hopes  fulfill' d  and  mutual  love. 

Such,  if  on  high  their  thoughts  are  set, 

Nor  in  the  stream  the  source  forget, 

If  prompt  to  quit  the  bliss  they  know, 

Following  the  Lamb  where'er  He  go, 

By  purest  pleasures  unbeguil'd 

To  idolize  or  wife  or  child ; 

Such  wedded  souls  our  God  shall  own 

For  faultless  virgins  round  His  throne. 

Thus  every  where  we  find  our  suffering  God, 

And  where  He  trod 
May  set  our  steps:  the  Cross  on  Calvary 

Uplifted  high 
Beams  on  the  martyr  host,  a  beacon  light 

In  open  fight. 

L 


138  Wednesday  before  Easter. 

To  the  still  wrestlings  of  the  lonely  heart 

He  doth  impart 
The  virtue  of  His  midnight  agony, 

When  none  was  nigh, 
Save  God  and  one  good  angel,  to  assuage 

The  tempest's  rage. 

Mortal !  if  life  smile  on  thee,  and  thou  rind 

All  to  thy  mind, 
Think,  who  did  once  from  Heaven  to  Hell  descend 

Thee  to  befriend : 
So  shalt  thou  dare  forego,  at  His  dear  call, 

Thy  best,  thine  all. 

4i  O  Father!  not  my  will,  but  thine  be  done" — 

So  spake  the  Son. 
Be  this  our  charm,  mellowing  Earth's  ruder  noise 

Of  griefs  and  joys; 
That  we  may  cling  for  ever  to  thy  breast 

In  perfect  rest ! 


Efturstrag  before  2£astct\ 

THE  VISION  OF  THE  LATTER  DAYS. 

At  the  beginning  of  thy  supplications  the  commandment  came  forth,  and  1 
am  come  to  show  thee,  for  thou  art  greatly  beloved  ;  therefore  understand  the 
matter,  and  consider  the  vision.  Daniel  ix.  23.  [First  Morning  Lesson, 
Church  of  England.] 

"  O  HOLY  mountain  of  my  God, 

"  How  do  thy  towers  in  ruin  lie, 
"How  art  thou  riven  and  strewn  abroad, 

"  Under  the  rude  and  wasteful  sky  !"  ■ 
'Twas  thus  upon  his  fasting-day 
The  "  Man  of  Loves"  was  fain  to  pray,* 
His  lattice  opent  toward  his  darling  west, 
Mourning  the  ruin'd  home  he  still  must  love  the  best. 

Oh  for  a  love  like  Daniel's  now, 

To  wing  to  Heaven  but  one  strong  prayer 


*    [  "  O  Daniel,  a  man  greatly  beloved  ;"  Hebrew,  a  man  of  desires,  or 
loves.     Daniel  x.  11.  J 
t    Daniel  vi.  10. 


140  Thursday  before  Easter. 

For  God's  new  Israel,  sunk  as  low, 

Yet  flourishing  to  sight  as  fair, 
As  Sion  in  her  height  of  pride, 
With  queens  for  handmaids  at  her  side, 
With  kings  her  nursing-fathers,  throned  high, 
And  compass'd  with  the  world's  too  tempting  blazonry. 

'Tis  true,  nor  winter  stays  thy  growth, 

Nor  torrid  summer's  sickly  smile ; 
The  flashing  billows  of  the  south 

Break  not  upon  so.  lone  an  isle, 
But  thou,  rich  vine,  art  grafted  there, 
The  fruit  of  death  or  life  to  bear, 
•Yielding  a  surer  witness  every  day, 
To  thine  Almighty  Author,  and  his  steadfast  sway. 

Oh  grief  to  think,  that  grapes  of  gall 

Should  cluster  round  thine  healthiest  shoot ! 
God's  herald  prove  a  heartless  thrall, 

Who,  if  he  dar'd,  would  fain  be  mute ! 
Even  such  is  this  bad  world  we  see, 
Which,  self-condemn'd  in  owning  Thee, 
Yet  dares  not  open  farewell  of  Thee  take, 
For  very  pride,  and  her  high-boasted  Reason's  sake. 

W^hat  do  we  then  ?  if  far  and  wide 

Men  kneel  to  Christ,  the  pure  and  meek, 

Yet  rage  with  passion,  swell  with  pride, 
Have  we  not  still  our  faith  to  seek? 


Thursday  before  Easter.  141 

Pfay — but  in  steadfast  humbleness 
Kneel  on  to  Him,  who  loves  to  bless 
The  prayer  that  waits  for  Him ;  and  trembling  strive 
To  keep  the  lingering  flame  in  thine  own  breast  alive. 

Dark  frown'd  the  future  even  on  him. 

The  loving  and  beloved  Seer, 
What  time  he  saw,  through  shadows  dim, 

The  boundary  of  th'  eternal  year ; 
He  only  of  the  sons  of  men 
Nam'd  to  be  heir  of  glory  then. ' 

*    Dan.  xii.  13.      See  Bishop  Kenns  Sermon  on  the  Character  of  Daniel. 

[  "  All  these  wonderful  vouchsafements  from  above  to  Daniel,  though  they 
were  most  illustrious  demonstrations  that  he  was  greatly  beloved,  yet  they 
were  indulged  him  for  the  sake  of  others,  as  well  as  for  his  own.  There  is 
therefore  one  more  illustrious  than  all  these,  and  that  is  a  favour  which  God 
bestows  on  but  very  few,  and  on  none  but  great  saints,  who  are  greatly  be- 
loved :  and  not  usually  on  them,  till  near  their  death,  and  is  the  very  top 
blessing  of  which  man  is  capable  in  this  life,  the  highest  bliss  on  this  side 
of  heaven  ;  and  that  is  an  absolute  assurance  of  a  glorious  immortality :  and 
such  an  assurance  as  this,  had  the  beloved  Daniel :  for  the  angel,  having  dis- 
coursed to  him  of  the  resurrection  of  those  that  sleep  in  the  dust  and  of  their 
awaking  to  everlasting  life,  adds,  Go  thy  way  till  the  end  be  .-  for  thou  shalt 
rest,  and  stand  in  the  lot  at  the  end  of  the  days.  O  the  unutterable  felicity  of 
this  man,  thus  greatly  beloved  by  God !  whilst  the  generality  of  saints  sigh 
under  their  flesh  and  blood,  which  clogs,  and  loads,  and  depresses  them  ; 
whilst  the  penitent  are  still  begging  their  pardon,  and  the  humble  full  of  fears 
and  misgivings,  by  reason  of  their  numerous  failings  ;  whilst  the  best  of  them 
all  see  heaven  only  through  a  glass  darkly,  and  at  a  distance,  and  can  reach  no 
higher  in  this  world  than  hope,  and  desire,  and  reliance  on  God's  promise, 
and  patient  expectation  ;  Daniel,  the  man  greatly  beloved,  has  an  angel  sent 
on  purpose  by  God,  to  assure  him  of  his  lot^n  a  glorious  eternity,  and  that 
his  mansion  there  was  prepared  and  brightened  to  receive  him.  And  yet  this 
is  not  all,  Daniel  was  not  only  assured  of  future  glory,  but  of  a  greater  degree 
L    2 


1 42  Thursday  before  Easter. 

Else  had  it  bruis'd  too  sore  his  tender  heart 
To  see  God's  ransom'd  world  in  wrath  and  flame  de- 
part. 

Then  look  no  more  :  or  closer  watch 

Thy  course  in  Earth's  bewildering  ways, 
For  every  glimpse  thine  eye  can  catch 

Of  what  shall  be  in  those  dread  days : 
So  when  th'  Archangel's  word  is  spoken, 
And  Death's  deep  trance  for  ever  broken, 
In  mercy  thou  may'st  feel  the  heavenly  hand, 
And  in  thy  lot  unhartn'd  before  thy  Saviour  stand. : 

of  glory  than  others  had :  for  having  made  it  his  great  business  here  below 
to  love  God  himself,  and  greatly  to  love  him,  and  to  excite  others  to  love  God 
as  greatly  as  he  loved  him,  he  was  to  have  a  more  sublime  exaltation  in  bliss 
than  ordinary  ;  the  greater  his  love  was,  the  nearer  was  he  to  be  seated  to 
the  throne  of  God  his  beloved;  and  having  turned  many  to  righteousness,  he 
was  to  shine  as  the  stars  for  ever  and  every — 6.  Short  Account' of  the  Life  of 
the  Rt.  Rev.  Father  in  God,  Thomas  Kenn,  D.D.  By  W.  Haickins,  Esq. 
London,  1713,  l2mo.  ] 

*    Dan.  xii.  13.     Thou  shalt  rest,  and  stand  in  thy  lot  at  the  end  of  the 
days. 


(Sootr  jFrflras.- 


He  is  despised  and  rejected  of  men.     Isaiah  liii.  3.     [First  Evening  Les- 
son.] 


[Almighty  God,  we  beseech  thee  graciously  to  behold  this  thy 
family,  for  which  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  was  contented  to  be  be- 
trayed, and  given  up  into  the  hands  of  wicked  men,  and  to  suffer 
death  upon  the  cross,  who  now  liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee  and 
the  Holy  Ghost,  ever  one  God,  world  without  end.     Amen. 

Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  by  whose  Spirit  the  whole  body 
of  the  Church  is  governed  and  sanctified  ;  receive  our  supplica- 
tions and  prayers,  which  we  offer  before  thee  for  all  estates  of 
men  in  thy  holy  Church,  that  every  member  of  the  same,  in  his 
vocation  and  ministry,  may  truly  and  godly  serve  thee,  through 
our  Lord  and  Saviour  Jesus  Christ.     Amen. 

O  merciful  God,  who  hast  made  all  men,  and  hatest  nothing 
that  thou  hast  made,  nor  desirest  the  death  of  a  sinner,  but  rather 
that  he  should  be  converted  and  live  ;  have  mercy  upon  all  Jews. 
Turks,  Infidels  and  Heretics  :  and  take  from  them  all  ignorance, 
hardness  of  heart,  and  contempt  of  thy  word  ;  and  so  fetch  them 
home,  blessed  Lord,  to  thy  flock,  that  they  may  be  saved  among 


*  [  The  most  solemn  fast  of  the  Christian  Church,  observed  in  com- 
memoration of  her  Saviour's  Crucifixion,  making  atonement  for  the  sins  of 
men.  ] 


144  Good  Friday. 

the  remnant  of  the  true  Israelites,  and  be  made  one  fold  under 
one  Shepherd,  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord,  who  liveth  and  reigneth 
with  thee  and  the  Holy  Spirit,  one  God,  world  without  end. 
Amen.~\ 

IS  it  not  strange,  the  darkest  hour 

That  ever  dawn'd  on  sinful  earth 
Should  touch  the  heart  with  softer  power 
For  comfort,  than  an  angel's  mirth  ? 
That  to  the  Cross  the  mourner's  eye  should  turn 
Sooner  than  where  the  stars  of  Christmas  burn  ? 

Sooner  than  where  the  Easter  sun 

Shines  glorious  on  yon  open  grave, 
And  to  and  fro  the  tidings  run, 

"  Who  died  to  heal,  is  ris'n  to  save." 
Sooner  than  where  upon  the  Saviour's  friends 
The  very  Comforter  in  light  and  love  descends. 

Yet  so  it  is  :  for  duly  there 

The  bitter  herbs  of  earth  are  set, 
Till  temper'd  by  the  Saviour's  prayer, 
And  with  the  Saviour's  life-blood  wet, 
They  turn  to  sweetness,  and  drop  holy  balm, 
Soft  as  imprison'd  martyr's  deathbed  calm. 

All  turn  to  sweet — but  most  of  all 

That  bitterest  to  the  lip  of  pride, 
When  hopes  presumptuous  fade  and  fall, 

Or  Friendship  scorns  us,  duly  tried, 


Good  Friday.  145 

Or  Love,  the  flower  that  closes  up  for  fear 
When  rude  and  selfish  spirits  breathe  too  near. 

Then  like  a  long-forgotten  strain 

Comes  sweeping  o'er  the  heart  forlorn 
What  sunshine  hours  had  taught  in  vain 
Of  Jesus  suffering  shame  and  scorn, 
As  in  all  lowly  hearts  he  suffers  still, 
While  we  triumphant  ride  and  have  the  world  at  will. 

His  pierced  hands  in  vain  would  hide 
His  face  from  rude  reproachful  gaze, 
His  ears  are  open  to  abide 

The  wildest  storm  the  tongue  can  raise, 
He  who  with  one  rough  word,*  some  early  day,t 
Their  idol  world  and  them  shall  sweep  for  aye  away. 

But  we  by  Fancy  may  assuage 

The  festering  sore  by  Fancy  made, 
Down  in  some  lonely  hermitage 
Like  wounded  pilgrims  safely  laid, 
Where  gentlest  breezes  whisper  souls  distress'd, 
That  Love  yet  lives,  and  Patience  shall  find  rest. 


*    Wisdom  of  Solomon  xii.  9. 

t  [  "  Nevertheless,  even  those  thou  sparedst  as  men,  and  didst  send  wasps, 
forerunners  of  thine  host,  to  destroy  them  by  little  and  little.  Not  that  thou 
wast  unable  to  bring  the  ungodly  under  the  hand  of  the  righteous  in  battle,  or 
to  destroy  them  at  once  with  cruel  beasts,  or  with  one  rough  word  ;  but  exe- 
cuting thy  judgments  upon  them  by  little  and  little,  thou  gavest  them  place 
of  repentance."     Wisdom  of  Solomon  xii.  8,  9, 10.  J 


146  Good  Friday. 

Oh  shame  beyond  the  bitterest  thought 

That  evil  spirit  ever  fram'd, 
That  sinners  know  what  Jesus  wrought, 
Yet  feel  their  haughty  hearts  untam'd — 
That  souls  in  refuge,  holding  by  the  Cross, 
Should  wince  and  fret  at  this  world's  little  loss. 

Lord  of  my  heart,  by  thy  last  cry, 

Let  not  thy  blood  on  earth  be  spent — 
Lo,  at  thy  feet  I  fainting  lie, 

Mine  eyes  upon  thy  wounds  are  bent, 
Upon  thy  streaming  wounds  my  weary  eyes 
Wait  like  the  parched  earth  on  April  skies. 

Wash  me,  and  dry  these  bitter  tears, 

0  let  my  heart  no  further  roam, 
'Tis  thine  by  vows,  and  hopes,  and  fears,, 
Long  since — O  call  thy  wanderer  home ; 
To  that  dear  home,  safe  in  Thy  wounded  side, 
Where  onlv  broken  hearts  their  sin  and  shame  may  hide. 


Easter  Etoe. 


As  for  thee  also,  by  the  blood  of  thy  covenant  I  have  sent  forth  thy  prison- 
ers out  of  the  pit  wherein  is  no  water.  Zech.  ix.  11.  [First  .Morning  Les- 
son.] 


[Grant,  O  Lord,  that  as  we  are  baptized  into  the  death  of  thy 
blessed  Son  our  Saviour  Jesus  Christ,  so  by  continual  mortifying 
our  corrupt  affections,  we  maybe  buried  with  him;  and  that 
through  the  grave  and  gate  of  death  we  may  pass  to  our  joyful 
resurrection,  for  his  merits,  who  died,  and  was  buried,  and  rose 
again  for  us,  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.} 

AT  length  the  worst  is  o'er,  and  Thou  art  laid 

Deep  in  thy  darksome  bed ; 
All  still  and  cold  beneath  yon  dreary  stone 

Thy  sacred  form  is  gone ; 
Around  those  lips  where  power  and  mercy  hung, 

The  dews  of  death  have  clung; 
The  dull  earth  o'er  Thee,  and  thy  foes  around, 
Thou  sleep'st  a  silent  corse,  in  funeral  fetters  wound. 

Sleep'st  Thou  indeed  ?  or  is  thy  spirit  fled, 
At  large  among  the  dead  ? 


148  Easter  Eve. 

Whether  in  Eden  bowers  thy  welcome  voice 

Wake  Abraham  to  rejoice, 
Or  in  some  drearier  scene  thine  eye  controls 

The  thronging  band  of  souls  ;* 
That,  as  thy  blood  won  earth,  thine  agony 
Might  set  the  shadowy  realm  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

Where'er  Thou  roam'st,  one  happy  soul,  we  know,t 

Seen  at  thy  side  in  woe,J 
Waits  on  thy  triumph — even  as  all  the  blest 

With  him  and  Thee  shall  rest. 
Each  on  his  cross,  by  Thee  we  hang  a  while, 
Watching  thy  patient  smile, 
*     Till  we  have  learn'd  to  say,  "  'Tis  justly  done, 
"  Only  in  glory,  Lord,  thy  sinful  servant  own." 

Soon  wilt  Thou  take  us  to  thy  tranquil  bower 

To  rest  one  little  hour, 
Till  thine  elect  are  number'd,  and  the  grave 

Call  Thee  to  come  and  save  : 
Then  on  thy  bosom  borne  shall  we  descend, 

Again  with  earth  to  blend, 


*  [  Easter  Eve  commemorates  the  period  between  the  death  of  Jesus,  and 
his  resurrection.  For  the  allusion  here,  see  Bishop  Horsley  on  1  Peter  iii.  18, 
19 — "  Being  put  to  death  in  the  flesh,  but  quickened  by  the  Spirit,  by  which 
also,  he  went  and  preached  unto  the  spirits  in  prison."  J 

f  [  The  penitent  thief.  "  To  day  shalt  thou  be  with  me  in  paradise." 
St.  Luke  xxiii.  43.  J 

t    St.  Luke  xxiii.  43. 


Easter  Eve.  149 

Earth  all  refin'd  with  bright  supernal  fires, 
Tinctur'd  with  holy  blood,  and  wing'd  with  pure  desires. 

Meanwhile  with  every  son  and  saint  of  thine 

Along  the  glorious  line, 
Sitting  by  turns  beneath  thy  sacred  feet 

We'll  hold  communion  sweet, 
Know  them  by  look  and  voice,  and  thank  them  all 

For  helping  us  in  thrall, 
For  words  of  hope,  and  bright  examples  given 
To  show  through  moonless  skies  that  there  is  light  in 

Heaven. 

0  come  that  day,  when  in  this  restless  heart 

Earth  shall  resign  her  part, 
When  in  the  grave  with  Thee  my  limbs  shall  rest, 

My  soul  with  Thee  be  blest ! 
But  stay,  presumptuous — Christ  with  thee  abides 

In  the  rock's  dreary  sides  : 
He  from  the  stone  will  wring  celestial  dew 
If  but  the  prisoner's  heart  be  faithful  found  and  true. 

When  tears  are  spent,  and  thou  art  left  alone 

With  ghosts  of  blessings  gone, 
Think  thou  art  taken  from  the  cross,  and  laid 

In  Jesus'  burial  shade  ; 
Take  Moses'  rod,  the  rod  of  prayer,  and  call 

Out  of  the  rocky  wall 
The  fount  of  holy  blood  ;  and  lift  on  high 
Thy  grovelling  soul  that  feels  so  desolate  and  dry. 


150  Easter  Eve. 

Prisoner  of  Hope  thou  art* — look  up  and  sing 

In  hope  of  promised  spring. 
As  in  the  pit  his  father's  darling  layt 

Beside  the  desert  way, 
And  knew  not  how,  but  knew  his  God  would  save 

Even  from  that  living  grave, 
So  buried  with  our  Lord,  we'll  close  our  eyes 
To  the  decaying  world,  till  Angels  bid  us  rise. 

*    Zechariah  ix.  12.    Turn  ye  to  the  strong  hold,  ye  prisoners  of  hope. 
j    Gen.  xxxvii.  24.    They  took  him  and  cast  him  into  a  pit,  and  the  pit 
was  empty,  there  was  no  wafer  in  it. 


Easter  Sap/ 


And  as  they  were  afraid,  and  bowed  down  their  faces  to  the  earth,  they 
said  unto  them,  Why  seek  ye  the  living  among  the  dead  ?  He  is  not  here,  but 
is  risen.    St.  Luke  xxiv.  5,  6. 


[Almighty  God,  who  through  thine  only  begotten  Son  Jesus 
Christ  hast  overcome  death,  and  opened  unto  us  the  gate  of  ever- 
lasting life;  we  humbly  beseech  thee,  that  as,  by  thy  special 
grace  preventing  us,  thou  dost  put  into  our  minds  good  desires  ; 
so  by  thy  continual  help  we  may  bring  the  same  to  good  effect, 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord,  who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee 
and  the  Holy  Ghost,  ever  one  God,  world  without  end.    Jlmen.] 

OH  day  of  days  !  shall  hearts  set  freet 
No  "  minstrel  rapture"  find  for  Thee  ? 
Thou  art  the  Sun  of  other  days, 
They  shine  by  giving  back  thy  rays  : 

*  [  Easter,  derived  from  a  Saxon  word  meaning  to  rise,  is  the  name  given 
to  the  festival  which  commemorates  the  resurrection  of  Jesus  Christ  from  the 
dead.  It  is  always  held  on  the  Sunday  after  the  full  moon  which  immedi- 
ately succeeds  the  21st  day  of  March,  the  vernal  equinox.  The  occurrence  of 
Easter  Sunday  regulates  all  the  movable  feasts  of  the  year.  It  cannot  be 
earlier  than  the  22d  of  March,  nor  later  than  the  25th  of  April.  ] 

f  [  Easter  was  anciently  called  the  Great  Day,  the  Feast  of  feasts,  and 
the  Qvc en  of  feasts.  ] 


152  Easter  Day. 

Enthroned  in  thy  sovereign  sphere 
Thou  shedd'st  thy  light  on  all  the  year  : 
Sundays  by  Thee  more  glorious  break, 
An  Easter  Day  in  every  week  :* 

And  week-days,  following  in  their  train, 
The  fulness  of  thy  blessing  gain, 
Till  all,  both  resting  and  employ, 
Be  one  Lord's  day  of  holy  joy.t 

Then  wake,  my  soul,  to  high  desires,! 
And  earlier  light  thine  altar  fires  : 
The  World  some  hours  is  on  her  way, 
Nor  thinks  on  thee,  thou  blessed  day.§ 

•     [  The  first  day  of  the  week,  Sunday,  being  hallowed  from  the  apostles' 
times,  as  commemorative  of  the  resurrection,  is,  as  it  were,  a  weekly  Easter.  ] 
t    [  "  Can  there  be  any  day  but  this, 

Though  many  suns  to  shine  endeavour  ? 
We  count  three  hundred  j  but  we  miss  : 
There  is  but  one ;  and  that  one,  ever.11 

"Easter,"  by  George  Herbert.  ] 
%    [  "  Rise,  heart ;  thy  Lord  is  risen.    Sing  his  praise 

Without  delays 
Who  takes  thee  by  the  hand,  that  thou  likewise 
With  him  mayest  rise." 

"  Easter,"  by  Oeorge  Herbert.  ] 
§  ["It  is  Easter,  beautiful  Easter.  The  time  in  all  the  year  when  na- 
ture's types  most  clearly  shadow  forth  the  realities  of  the  Christian  dispen 
sation.  For  the  first  butterfly  has  burst  from  its  grave-clothes,  and  is  gone 
up  towards  heaven  in  the  light  of  this  season ;  and  look  !  a  thousand  bloss- 
oms hang  on  branches  that  were  to  all  appearance  dead  last  week— nay ! 
that  but  a  fortnight  ago  were  bending  beneath  a  heavy  load  of  snow  ;  and 
see  how  the  chestnut  buds,  wrapped  up  as  they  were  by  God's  own  hand 


Easter  Day.  153 

Or,  if  she  think,  it  is  in  scorn : 
The  vernal  light  of  Easter  morn 
To  her  dark  gaze  no  brighter  seems 
Than  Reason's  or  the  Law's  pale  beams. 

"  Where  is  your  Lord  ?"  she  scornful  asks  : 
44  Where  is  his  hire  ?  we  know  his  tasks  ; 
"  Sons  of  a  king  ye  boast  to  be  ; 
44  Let  us  your  crowns  and  treasures  see." 

We  in  the  words  of  Truth  reply, 
(An  angel  brought  them  from  the  sky) 
"  Our  crown,  our  treasure  is  not  here, 
44  'Tis  stor'd  above  the  highest  sphere: 

"Methinks  your  wisdom  guides  amiss, 
44  To  seek  on  earth  a  Christian's  bliss ; 
44  We  watch  not  now  the  lifeless  stone  ; 
44  Our  only  Lord  is  risen  and  gone." 

Yet  even  the  lifeless  stone  is  dear 
For  thoughts  of  Him  who  late  lay  here  ; 
And  the  base  world,  now  Christ  hath  died, 
Ennobled  is  and  glorified. 


with  inimitable  art,  fold  within  fold,  have  heard  the  voice  of  God  in  the  gar- 
den, and  burst  their  cerements,  and  sprung  forth  in  beauty,  exulting  in  the  life 
He  has  renewed  to  them.  And  the  primroses  too  are  up,  round  the  foot  of  the 
old  cross,  and  the  daisies  and  the  cuckoo-flowers  are  awake,  and,  rising  out 
of  their  graves  under  every  hedge,  tell  their  tale  of  hope  and  the  resur-  • 
rection."    Scenes  in  our  Parish,  by  a  Country  Parson's  Daughter.  ] 

m2 


154  Easter  Day. 

No  more  a  charnel-house,  to  fence 

The  relics  of  lost  innocence, 

A  vault  of  ruin  and  decay  ; 

Th'  imprisoning  stone  is  roll'd  away. 

'Tis  now  a  cell,  where  angels  use 

To  come  and  go  with  heavenly  news, 

And  in  the  ears  of  mourners  say, 

"  Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay:" 

'Tis  now  a  fane,  where  Love  can  find 
Christ  every  where  embalm'd  and  shrin'd ; 
Aye  gathering  up  memorials  sweet, 
Where'er  she  sets  her  duteous  feet. 

Oh  !  joy  to  Mary  first  allowed, 
When  rous'd  from  weeping  o'er  his  shroud, 
By  his  own  calm,  soul-soothing  tone, 
Breathing  her  name,  as  still  his  own  ! 

Joy  to  the  faithful  Three  renew'd 
As  their  glad  errand  they  pursued  ! 
Happy,  who  so  Christ's  word  convey, 
That  he  may  meet  them  on  their  way  ! 

So  is  it  still:  to  holy  tears, 
In  lonely  hours,  Christ  risen  appears : 
In  social  hours,  who  Christ  would  see, 
Must  turn  all  tasks  to  Charity. 


j&onttag  in  Easter  dJSreeft* 

ST.  PETER  AND  CORNELIUS. 

Of  a  truth,  I  perceive  that  God  is  no  respecter  of  persons  ;  but  in  even- 
nation  he  thatfeareth  him  and  worketh  righteousness  is  accepted  with  him. 
Acts  x.  34,  35.     [Scripture  appointed  as  the  Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[Almighty  God,  who  through  thine  only  begotten  Son  Jesus 
Christ  hast  overcome  death,  and  opened  unto  us  the  gate  of  ever- 
lasting life;  we  humbly  beseech  thee,  that  as,  by  thy  special  grace 
preventing  us,  thou  dost  put  into  our  minds  good  desires;  so  by 
thy  continual  help  we  may  bring  the  same  to  good  effect,  through 
Jesus  Christ  our  Lord  ;  who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee  and  the 
Holy  Ghost,  ever  one  God,  world  without  end.     Amen.] 

GO  up  and  watch  the  new-born  rill 
Just  trickling  from  its  mossy  bed, 
Streaking  the  heath-clad  hill 
With  a  bright  emerald  thread. 

Canst  thou  her  bold  career  foretell, 
What  rocks  she  shall  o'erleap  or  rend, 
How  far  in  Ocean's  swell 
Her  freshening  billows  send  ? 


156  Monday  in  Easter  Week. 

Perchance  that  little  brook  shall  flow 
The  bulwark  of  some  mighty  realm, 
Bear  navies  to  and  fro 

With  monarchs  at  their  helm. 

Or  canst  thou  guess,  how  far  away 
Some  sister  nymph,  beside  her  urn 
Reclining  night  and  day, 

'Mid  reeds  and  mountain  fern, 

Nurses  her  store,  with  thine  to  blend 
When  many  a- moor  and  glen  are  past, 
Then  in  the  wide  sea  end 
Their  spotless  lives  at  last  ? 

Even  so,  the  course  of  prayer  who  knows? 
It  springs  in  silence  where  it  will, 
Springs  out  of  sight,  and  flows 
Jit  first  a  lonely  rill: 

But  streams  shall  meet  it  by  and  by 
From  thousand  sympathetic  hearts, 
Together  swelling  high 
Their  chant  of  many  parts. 

Unheard  by  all  but  angel  ears 
The  good  Cornelius  knelt  alone, 
Nor  dream'd  his  prayers  and  tears 
Would  help  a  world  undone. 


Monday  in  Easter  Week.  157 

The  while  upon  his  terrac'd  roof 
The  lov'd  Apostle  to  his  Lord 
In  silent  thought  aloof 

For  heavenly  vision  soar'd. 

Far  o'er  the  glowing  western  main* 
His  wistful  brow  was  upward  rais'd, 
Where,  like  an  Angel's  train, 
The  burnish'd  water  blaz'd. 

The  saint  beside  the  ocean  pray'd, 
The  soldier  in  his  chosen  bower, 
Where  all  his  eye  survey'd 
Seem'd  sacred  in  that  hour.t 

To  each  unknown  his  brother's  prayer,J 
Yet  brethren  true  in  dearest  love 
Were  they — and  now  they  share 
Fraternal  joys  above. 

There  daily  through  Christ's  open  gate 
They  see  the  Gentile  spirits  press, 
Brightening  their  high  estate 
With  dearer  happiness. 


*    [  Peter  was  at  Joppa,  on  the  eastern  shore  of  the  Mediterranean.  ] 
f    [  "  The  sacred  peacefulness  of  prayer."  Bishop  Mant,  Gospel  Miracles. 
2.32.  J 
\    [  See  the  beautiful  story  of  Cornelius,  in  Acts  x.  ] 


158  Monday  in  Easter  Week. 

What  civic  wreath  for  comrades  sav'd 
Shone  ever  with  such  deathless  gleam, 
Or  when  did  perils  brav'd 
So  sweet  to  veterans  seem  ? 


3Tuc*rtmg  in  JSaster  &S?eeiu 

THE  SNOW  DROP. 

And  they  departed  quickly  from  the  sepulchre  with  fear  and  great  joy,  and 
did  run  to  bring  His  disciples  word.    St.  Matthew  xxviii.  8. 


[Almighty  God,  who  through  thine  only  begotten  Son  Jesus 
Christ  hast  overcome  death,  and  opened  unto  us  the  gate  of  ever- 
lasting life  ;  we  humbly  beseech  thee,  that  as,  by  thy,  special  grace 
preventing  us,  thou  dost  put  into  our  minds  good  desires;  so  by 
thy  continual  help  we  may  bring  the  same  to  good  effect  through 
Jesus  Christ  our  Lord,  who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee  and 
the  Holy  Ghost,  ever  one  God,  world  without  end.   Amen.] 

THOU  first-born  of  the  year's  delight,* 

Pride  of  the  dewy  glade, 
In  vernal  green  and  virgin  white, 

Thy  vestal  robes  arrayed  ; 

*  [  "  We  catch  the  first  flower  of  the  season,  too,  the  little  snow  drop 
[galanthus  nivalis),  haply  rearing  its  tiny  bell,  through  the  lingering  snow  , 
under  some  hedge  or  bank."    Mudic's  British  Naturalist,  vol.  ii.  p.  107.  ] 


Tuesday  in  Easter  Week.  1 59 

'Tis  not  because  thy  drooping  form 

Sinks  graceful  on  its  nest, 
When  chilly  shades  from  gathering  storm 

Affright  thy  tender  breast ; 

Nor  for  yon  river  islet  wild 

Beneath  the  willow  spray, 
Where,  like  the  ringlets  of  a  child, 

Thou  weav'st  thy  circle  gay  ; 

'Tis  not  for  these  I  love  thee  dear — 

Thy  shy  averted  smiles 
To  Fancy  bode  a  joyous  year, 

One  of  Life's  fairy  isles. 

They  twinkle  to  the  wintry  moon, 

And  cheer  th'  ungenial  day, 
And  tell  us,  all  will  glisten  soon 

As  green  and  bright  as  they. 

Is  there  a  heart,  that  loves  the  spring, 

Their  witness  can  refuse  ? 
Yet  mortals  doubt,  when  angels  bring 

From  heaven  their  Easter  news  : 

When  holy  maids  and  matrons  speak 

Of  Christ's  forsaken  bed, 
And  voices,  that  forbid  to  seek 

The  living  'mid  the  dead. 


160  Tuesday  in  Easter  Week. 

And  when  they  say,  "  Turn,  wandering  heart. 

"  Thy  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed, 
44  Let  Pleasure  go,  put  Care  apart, 

"  And  to  His  presence  speed ;" 

We  smile  in  scorn  :  and  yet  we  know 

They  early  sought  the  tomb, 
Their  hearts,  that  now  so  freshly  glow, 

Lost  in  desponding  gloom. 

They  who  have  sought,  nor  hope  to  find, 
Wear  not  so  bright  a  glance : 

They  who  have  won  their  earthly  mind, 
Less  reverently  advance. 

But  where,  in  gentle  spirits,  fear 

And  joy  so  duly  meet, 
These  sure  have  seen  the  angels  near,  • 

And  kiss'd  the  Saviour's  feet. 

Nor  let  the  Pastor's  thankful  eye 

Their  faltering  tale  disdain, 
As  on  their  lowly  couch  they  lie, 

Prisoners  of  want  and  pain. 

O  guide  us,  when  our  faithless  hearts 
From  Thee  would  start  aloof, 

Where  Patience  her  sweet  skill  imparts 
Beneath  some  cottage  roof: 


Tuesday  in  Easter  Week.  161 

Revive  our  dying  fires,  to  burn 

High  as  her  anthems  soar, 
And  of  our  scholars  let  us  learn 

Our  own  forgotten  lore. 


iFfrst  Suutrag  after  Easter. 

THE  RESTLESS  PASTOR  REPROVED. 

Seemeth  it  but  a  small  thing  unto  you,  that  the  God  of  Israel  hath  separat- 
ed you  from  the  congregation  of  Israel,  to  bring  you  near  to  Himself:  Num- 
bers xvi.  9.     [First  Morning  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 

[Almighty  Father,  who  hast  given  thine  only  Son  to  die  for  our 
sins,  and  to  rise  again  for  our  justification ;  grant  us  so  to  put 
away  the  leaven  of  malice  and  wickedness,  that  we  may  always 
serve  thee  in  pureness  of  living  and  truth,  through  the  merits  of 
the  same,  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord,     rfmen.] 

FIRST  Father  of  the  holy  seed, 
If  yet,  invok'd  in  hour  of  need, 

Thou  count  me  for  thine  own, 
Not  quite  an  outcast  if  I  prove, 
(Thou  joy'st  in  miracles  of  love) 

Hear,  from  thy  mercy-throne  ! 

Upon  thine  altar's  horn  of  gold 
Help  me  to  lay  my  trembling  hold, 


162  First  Sunday  after  Easter. 

Though  stain'd  with  Christian  gore ; — 
The  blood  of  souls  by  Thee  redeem'd,* 
But,  while  I  rov'd  or  idly  dream' d, 

Lost  to  be  found  no  more. 

"For  oft,  when  summer  leaves  were  bright, 
And  every  flower  was  bath'd  in  light, 

In  sunshine  moments  past, 
My  wilful  heart  would  burst  away 
From  where  the  holy  shadow  lay, 

Where  Heaven  my  lot  had  cast. 

I  thought  it  scorn  with  Thee  to  dwell, 
A  Hermit  in  a  silent  cell, 

While,  gaily  sweeping  by, 
Wild  Fancy  blew  his  bugle  strain, 
And  marshall'd  all  his  gallant  train 

In  the  world's  wondering  eye. 

I  would  have  join'd  him — but  as  oft 
Thy  whisper'd  warnings,  kind  and  soft, 
My  better  soul  confess'd. 


*  [  "  But  if  the  watchman  see  the  sword  come,  and  blow  not  the  trumpet, 
and  the  people  be  not  warned  ;  if  the  sword  come,  and  take  any  person 
from  among  them,  he  is  taken  away  in  his  iniquity,  but  his  blood  will  I  re- 
quire at  the  watchman's  hand."    Ezekiel  xxxiii.  6. 

"  Take  heed,  therefore,  unto  yourselves,  and  to  all  the  flock  over  the 
which  the  Holy  Ghost  has  made  you  overseers,  to  feed  the  Church  of  God, 
which  he  hath  purchased  with  his  blood."    Jicts  xx.  28   ] 


First  Sunday  after  Easter.  163 

"  My  servant,  let  the  world  alone — 
"  Safe  on  the  steps  of  Jesus'  throne 
"  Be  tranquil  and  be  blest. 

11  Seems  it  to  thee  a  niggard  hand 

"  That  nearest  Heaven  has  bade  thee  stand, 

"  The  ark  to  touch  and  bear, 
"  With  incense  of  pure  heart's  desire 
"  To  heap  the  censer's  sacred  fire, 

"The  snow-white  Ephod  wear?" 

Why  should  we  crave  the  worldling's  wreath, * 
On  whom  the  Saviour  deign'd  to  breathe, 

To  whom  his  keys  were  given, 
Who  lead  the  choir  where  angels  meet, 
With  angels'  food  our  brethren  greet, 

And  pour  the  drink  of  Heaven  ? 

When  sorrow  all  our  heart  would  ask, 
We  need  not  shun  our  daily  task, 

And  hide  ourselves  for  calm ; 
The  herbs  we  seek  to  heal  our  woe 
Familiar  by  our  pathway  grow, 

Our  common  air  is  balm. 


*  [  Can  there  be  imagined  a  more  eloquent  delineation  of  the  pure  and 
exalted  pleasures  of  the  pastoral  office  than  is  afforded  in  the  lines  which 
follow  ;  or  a  pastoral  heart  that  is  not  moved  by  them  to  deeper  gratitude 
and  more  devoted  earnestness.5  ] 


164  First  Sunday  after  Easter. 

Around  each  pure  domestic  shrine 
Bright  flowers  of  Eden  bloom  and  twine,. 

Our  hearths  are  altars  all; 
The  prayers  of  hungry  souls  and  poor, 
Like  armed  angels  at  the  door, 

Our  unseen  foes  appal. 

Alms  all  around  and  hymns  within — 
What  evil  eye  can  entrance  win 

Where  guards  like  these  abound  I 
If  chance  some  heedless  heart  should  roam. 
Sure,  thought  of  these  will  lure  it  home 

Ere  lost  in  Folly's  round. 

O  joys,  that  sweetest  in  decay, 
Fall  not,  like  wither'd  leaves,  away, 

But  with  the  silent  breath 
Of  violets  drooping  one  by  one, 
Soon  as  their  fragrant  task  is  done, 

Are  wafted  high  in  death  ! 


i 


Second  Suusag  after  Easter. 


BALAAM. 

He  hath  said,  which  heard  the  words  of  God,  and  knew  the  knowledge 
of  the  Most  High :  which  saw  the  vision  of  the  Almighty,  falling  into  a 
trance,  but  having  his  eyes  open  :  I  shall  see  him,  but  not  now  :  I  shall  be- 
hold him,  but  not  nigh  :  there  shall  come  a  Star  out  of  Jacob,  and  a  Sceptre 
shall  arise  out  of  Israel,  and  shall  smite  the  corners  of  Moab,  and  destroy  all 
the  children  of  Sheth.  Numbers  xxiv.  16,  17.  [First  Morning  Lesson, 
Church  of  England.] 


[Almighty  God,  who  hast  given  thine  only  Son  to  be  unto  us 
both  a  sacrifice  for  sin,  and  also  an  ensample  of  godly  life ;  give 
us  grace  that  we  may  always  most  thankfully  receive  that,  his 
inestimable  benefit,  and  also  daily  endeavour  ourselves  to  follow 
the  blessed  steps  of  his  most  holy  life,  through  the  same,  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.    Jlmen.] 

O  FOR  a  sculptor's  hand, 

That  thou  might'st  take  thy  stand,* 
Thy  wild  hair  floating  on  the  eastern  breeze, 

Thy  trane'd  yet  open  gaze 

Fix'd  on  the  desert  haze, 
As  one  who  deep  in  heaven  some  airy  pageant  sees. 

*    [  The  prophet  Balaam.  ] 

n2 


166  Second  Sunday  after  Easter. 

In  outline  dim  and  vast 

Their  fearful  shadows  cast 
The  giant  forms  of  empires  on  their  way 

To  ruin :  one  by  one 

They  tower  and  they  are  gone, 
Yet  in  the  Prophet's  soul  the  dreams  of  avarice  stay.* 

No  sun  or  star  so  bright 

In  all  the  world  of  light 
That  they  should  draw  to  heaven  his  downward  eye : 

He  hears  th'  Almighty's  word, 

He  sees  the  angel's  sword, 
Yet  low  upon  the  earth  his  heart  and  treasure  lie. 

Lo  from  yon  argent  field, 

To  him  and  us  reveal' d, 
One  gentle  star  glides  down,  on  earth  to  dwell. 

Chain' d  as  they  are  below 

Our  eyes  may  see  it  glow, 
And  as  it  mounts  again,  may  track  its  brightness  well. 

To  him  it  glar'd  afar, 

A  token  of  wild  war, 
The  banner  of  his  Lord's  victorious  wrath : 

But  close  to  us  it  gleams. 

Its  soothing  lustre  streams 
Around  our  home's  green  walls,  and  on  our  church-ivay 
path. 

*    [  "  Balaam,  the  son  of  Bosor,  who  loved  the  wages  of  unrighteous- 
ness."   2  Peter  ii.  15.  ] 


Second  Sunday  after  Easter.  167 

We  in  the  tents  abide 

Which  he  at  distance  eyed 
Like  goodly  cedars  by  the  waters  spread, 

While  seven  red  altar-fires* 

Rose  up  in  wavy  spires, 
Where  on  the  mount  he  watch'd  his  sorceries  dark  and 
dread. 

He  watch'd  till  morning's  ray 

On  lake  and  meadow  lay, 
And  willow-shaded  streams,  that  silent  sweep 

Around  the  banner'd  lines, t 

Where  by  their  several  signs 
The  desert-wearied  tribes  in  sight  of  Canaan  sleep. 

He  watch'd  till  knowledge  came 

Upon  his  soul  like  flame, 
Not  of  those  magic  fires  at  random  caught : 

But  true  prophetic  light 

Flash'd  o'er  him,  high  and  bright, 
Flash'd  once,   and  died  away,   and  left  his   darken'd 
thought. 

And  can  he  choose  but  fear, 
Who  feels  his  God  so  near, 
That  when  he  fain  would  curse,  his  powerless  tongue 


*     [  "  Build  me  here  seven  altars."    Numbers  xxxiii.  1.  ] 
t    [  "  And  Balaam  lifted  up  his  eyes,  and  he  saw  Israel  abiding  in  his 
tents,  according  to  their  tribes."     Numbers  xxiv.  2.  ] 


168  Second  Sunday  after  Easter. 

In  blessing  only  moves  ? — 
Alas !  the  world  he  loves 
Too  close  around  his  heart  her  tangling  veil  hath  flung. 

Sceptre  and  Star  divine,* 

Who  in  thine  inmost  shrine 
Hast  made  us  worshippers,  O  claim  thine  own; 

More  than  thy  seers  we  know — 

O  teach  our  love  to  grow 
Up  to  thy  heavenly  light,  and  reap  what  Thou  hast  sown. 

*  .  [  "  There  shall  come  a  Star  out  of  Jacob,  and  a  Sceptre  shall  rise  out 
of  Israel"— prophetic  types  of  the  Messiah.  ] 


Kbit*  Suutras  after  3Ez$ttv. 

LANGUOR  AND  TRAVAIL. 

A  woman  when  she  is  in  travail  hath  sorrow,  because  her  hour  is  come  : 
but  when  she  is  delivered  of  the  child,  she  remembereth  no  more  the  an- 
guish, for  joy  that  a  man  is  born  into  the  world.  St.  John  xvi.  21.  [Gospel 
for  the  day.] 


[Almighty  God,  who  showest  to  them  that  are  in  error  the 
light  of  thy  truth,  to  the  intent  that  they  may  return  into  the 
way  of  righteousness  ;  grant  unto  all  those  who  are  admitted  into 
the  fellowship  of  Christ's  religion,  that  they  may  avoid  those 
things  that  are  contrary  to  their  profession,  and  follow  all  such 
things  as  are  agreeable  to  the  same,  through  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ.     Amen.] 

WELL  may  I  guess  and  feel 
Why  Autumn  should  be  sad ; 
But  vernal  airs  should  sorrow  heal, 
Spring  should  be  gay  and  glad  :* 

*  [  Keble  is  a  dear  lover  of  the  spring.  It  is  in  harmony  with  his  Chris- 
tian hopes,  and  it  indulges  in  him  that  keen  and  grateful  love  of  life  which 
breathes  in  all  he  writes.  "That  is  the  grand  time  of  observation,"  says 
one  of  nature's  shrewdest  observers,  "the  busy  season  with  all  nature,  in 
/n-ery  thing  that  grows  and  lives.    How  countless  are  the  millions  of  little 


170  Third  Sunday  after  Easter. 

Yet  as  along  this  violet  bank  I  rove, 

The  languid  sweetness  seems  to  choke  my  breath, 
I  sit  me  down  beside  the  hazel  grove, 
And  sigh,  and  half  could  wish  my  weariness  were  death. 


buds,  which  one  of  these  'showering  and  shining'  days  brings  into  leaf ! 
They  are  fresh  and  washed  by  the  shower;  and  when  the  warmth  comes, 
you  would  absolutely  think  that  you  can  both  see  and  hear  them  cracking 
their  scaly  cases  in  which  they  were  confined  and  protected  for  the  winter ; 
and  that  the  little  green  tufts  were  toiling,  like  living  and  rational  creatures, 
at  strife,  which  should  produce  the  finest  shoot,  and  the  fairest  blossom. 
Then  the  whisking  wings  and  the  thrilling  throats  are,  apparently,  enough 
to  put  the  air  into  a  state  of  commotion.  And  they  are  all  in  the  act  of 
beautifying  nature  too :  some  are  plucking  the  dry  grass  so  that  the  fields 
may  look  green ;  others  are  gathering  up  the  withered  sticks  ;  others,  again, 
the  lost  feathers  and  hairs  ;  and  others,  still,  are  pulling  the  lichens  from  the 
bark  of  the  trees.  The  merles  and  the  mavises  are  running  under  the 
hedges  and  the  evergreens  in  the  shrubbery,  and  capturing  the  snails  in 
their  winter  habitations,  before  they  have  had  time  to  prepare  those  hordes 
which  would  be  the  pest  of  the  gardeners  for  the  whole  season.  Other  birds 
are  inspecting  the  buds  in  the  orchard,  and  picking  off  every  one  which  con- 
tains a  caterpillar  or  a  nest  of  eggs,  that  would  pour  forth  their  destructive 
horde,  and  render  the  whole  tree  lifeless.  Yonder  again  are  the  rooks, 
clearing  the  meadow  of  the  young  cockchafers,  which  the  heat  has  brought 
nearer  to  the  surface  ;  and  which,  if  they  were  to  remain  there,  would  soon 
begin  to  eat  the  roots  of  the  grass  to  such  extent  that  the  turf  would  peel  off 
as  easily  as  the  withered  tunic  of  an  onion.  Some  of  them  come  from  a  dis- 
tance too,  for  there  are  the  white  sea-gulls,  with  their  long  bent  wings  and 
their  wailing  screams,  busy  in  the  same  field  with  the  ploughmen,  and 
picking  up  the  'animal  weeds,'  while  the  ploughs  are  turning  down  the 
vegetable  ones.  All  the  countless  races  of  that  time  of  labour  and  of  love, 
both  native  and  visitant,  are  busy  following  their  own  purpose,  or  rather 
the  law  of  their  being,  for  they  form  no  purpose  of  their  own,  or  they  would 
sometimes  commit  errors  of  judgment  as  we  do,  but  they  do  not."  Mudie'* 
Observation  of  Nature,  pp.  177,  178.  ] 


, 


Third  Sunday  after  Easter.  171 

Like  a  bright  veering  cloud 
Gray  blossoms  twinkle  there, 
Warbles  around  a  busy  crowd 
Of  larks  in  purest  air. 
Shame  on  the  heart  that  dreams  of  blessings  gone, 
Or  wakes  the  spectral  forms  of  woe  and  crime. 
When  nature  sings  of  joy  and  hope  alone, 
Reading  her  cheerful  lesson  in  her  oivn  sweet  time. 

Nor  let  the  proud  heart  say, 
In  her  self-torturing  hour, 
The  travail  pangs  must  have  their  way, 
The  aching  brow  must  lower. 
To  us  long  since  the  glorious  Child  is  born, 
Our  throes  should  be  forgot,  or  only  seem 
Like  a  sad  vision  told  for  joy  at  morn, 
For  joy  that  we  have  wak'd  and  found  it  but  a  dream. 

Mysterious  to  all  thought 
A  mother's  prime  of  bliss, 
When  to  her  eager  lips  is  brought 
Her  infant's  thrilling  kiss. 
O  never  shall  it  set,  the  sacred  light 

Which  dawns  that  moment  on  her  tender  gaze. 
In  the  eternal  distance  blending  bright 
Her  darling's  hope  and  hers,  for  love  and  joy  and  praise. 

No  need  for  her  to  weep 

Like  Thracian  wives  of  yore, 


172  Third  Sunday  after  Easter. 

Save  when  in  rapture  still  and  deep 
Her  thankful  heart  runs  o'er. 
They  mourn'd  to  trust  their  treasure  on  the  main, 

Sure  of  the  storm,  unknowing  of  their  guide: 
Welcome  to  her  the  peril  and  the  pain, 
For  well  she  knows  the  home  where  they  may  safely 
hide. 

She  joys  that  one  is  born 
Into  a  world  forgiven, 
Her  Father's  household  to  adorn, 
And  dwell  with  her  in  heaven. 
So  have  I  seen,  in  spring's  bewitching  hour, 

When  the  glad  earth  is  offering  all  her  best. 
Some  gentle  maid  bend  o'er  a  cherish'd  flower, 
And  wish  it  worthier  on  a  Parent's  heart  to  rest. 


iPourtit  Sbtttftag  after  Easter. 

THE  DOVE  ON  THE  CROSS. 

Nevertheless,  I  tell  you  the  truth :  it  is  expedient  for  you  that  I  go  away  : 
for  if  I  go  not  away,  the  Comforter  will  not  come  unto  you:  but  if  I  depart, 
I  will  send  him  unto  you.    St.  John  xvi.  7.    [Gospel  for  the  day.] 

[O  Almighty  God,  who  alone  canst  order  the  unruly  wills  and 
affections  of  sinful  men  ;  grant  unto  thy  people,  that  they  may 
love  the  thing  which  thou  commandest,  and  desire  that  which 
thou  dost  promise  ;  that  so,  among  the  sundry  and  manifold 
changes  of  the  world,  our  hearts  may  surely  there  be  fixed,  where 
true  joys  are  to  be  found,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amtn.'\ 

MY  Saviour,  can  it  ever  be 
That  I  should  gain  by  losing  Thee  ? 
The  watchful  mother  tarries  nigh 
Though  sleep  have  clos'd  her  infant's  eye, 
For  should  he  wake,  and  find  her  gone, 
She  knows  she  could  not  bear  his  moan. 
But  I  am  weaker  than  a  child, 

And  Thou  art  more  than  mother  dear ; 
Without  Thee  Heaven  were  but  a  wild : 

How  can  I  live  without  Thee  here ! 
o 


174  Fourth  Sunday  after  Easter. 

11  'Tis  good  for  you,  that  I  should  go, 
"  You  lingering  yet  awhile  below;" — 
'Tis  thine  own  gracious  promise,  Lord ! 
Thy  saints  have  prov'd  the  faithful  word, 
When  Heaven's  bright  boundless  avenue 
Far  open'd  on  their  eager  view, 
And  homeward  to  thy  Father's  throne, 

Still  lessening,  brightening  on  their  sight, 
Thy  shadowy  car  went  soaring  on ; 

They  track'd  Thee  up  th'  abyss  of  light. 

Thou  bidd'st  rejoice  ;  they  dare  not  mourn, 
But  to  their  home  in  gladness  turn, 
Their  home  and  God's,  that  favour'd  place, 
Where  still  he  shines  on  Abraham's  race, 
In  prayers  and  blessings  there  to  wait 
Like  suppliants  at  their  monarch's  gate, 
Who  bent  with  bounty  rare  to  aid 

The  splendours  of  his  crowning  day, 
Keeps  back  awhile  his  largess,  made 

More  welcome  for  that  brief  delay  : 

In  doubt  they  wait,  but  not  unblest ; 
They  doubt  not  of  their  Master's  rest, 
Nor  of  the  gracious  will  of  Heaven — 
Who  gave  his  Son,  sure  all  has  given* — 


*    [  "  He  who  spared  not  his  own  Son,  but  delivered  him  up  for  us  all. 
how  shall  he  Hot  wiUi  him  also  freely  give  us  all  things."    Romans  viii.  3*2.  ] 


Fourth  Sunday  after  Easter.  175 

But  in  ecstatic  awe  they  muse 

What  course  the  genial  stream  may  choose, 

And  far  and  wide  their  fancies  rove, 

And  to  their  height  of  wonder  strain, 
What  secret  miracle  of  love 

Should  make  their  Saviour's  going  gain. 

The  days  of  hope  and  prayer  are  past, 
The  day  of  comfort  dawns  at  last, 
The  everlasting  gates  again 
Roll  back,  and  lo  !  a  royal  train — 
From  the  far  depth  of  light  once  more 
The  floods  of  glory  earthward  pour : 
They  part  like  shower-drops  in  mid  air, 

But  ne'er  so  soft  fell  noon-tide  shower, 
Nor  evening  rainbow  gleam'd  so  fair 

To  weary  swains  in  parched  bower. 

Swiftly  and  straight  each  tongue  of  flame* 
Through  cloud  and  breeze  unwavering  came, 
And  darted  to  its  place  of  rest 
On  some  meek  brow  of  Jesus  blest. 
Nor  fades  it  yet,  that  living  gleam, 
And  still  those  lambent  lightnings  stream  ; 
Where'er  the  Lord  is,  there  are  they  ; 
In  every  heart  that  gives  them  room, 


*    [  "  There  appeared  unto  them  cloven  tongues,  like  as  of  fire,  and  it  sat 
apon  each  of  them. "    Acts  ii.  3.  ] 


176  Fourth  Sunday  after  Easter. 

They  light  His  altar  every  day, 
Zeal  to  inflame,  and  vice  consume. 

Soft  as  the  plumes  of  Jesus'  Dove 
They  nurse  the  soul  to  heavenly  love ; 
The  struggling  spark  of  good  within, 
Just  smother'd  in  the  strife  of  sin, 
They  quicken  to  a  timely  glow, 
The  pure  flame  spreading  high  and  low. 
Said  I,  that  prayer  and  hope  were  o'er  ? 

Nay,  blessed  Spirit !  but  by  Thee 
The  Church's  prayer  finds  wings  to  soar, 

The  Church's  hope  finds  eyes  to  see. 

Then,  fainting  soul,  arise  and  sing ; 
Mount,  but  be  sober  on  the  wing ; 
Mount  up,  for  Heaven  is  won  by  prayer r 
Be  sober,  for  thou  art  not  there; 
Till  Death  the  weary  spirit  free, 
Thy  God  hath  said,  'Tis  good  for  thee 
To  walk  by  faith  and  not  by  sight : 

Take  it  on  trust  a  little  while ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  read  the  mystery  right 

In  the  full  sunshine  of  His  smile. 

Or  if  thou  yet  more  knowledge  crave, 
Ask  thine  own  heart,  that  willing  slave 
To  all  that  works  thee  woe  or  harm : 
Should'st  thou  not  need  some  mighty  charm 


Fourth  Sunday  after  Easter.  Ill 

To  win  thee  to  thy  Saviour's  side, 
Though  He  had  deign'd  with  thee  to  bide  ? 
The  Spirit  must  stir  the  darkling  deep, 

The  Dove  must  settle  on  the  Cross, 
Else  we  should  all  sin  on  or  sleep 

With  Christ  in  sight,  turning  our  gain  to  loss. 


iFfttft  Stmttas  after  33aster, 

ROGATION  SUNDAY.* 


And  the  Lord  was  very  angry  with  Aaron  to  have  destroyed  him  :  and  1 
prayed  for  Aaron  also  the  same  time.    Devi.  ix.  20. 


[O  Lord,  from  whom  all  good  things  do  come  ;  grant  to  us,  thy 
humble  servants,  that  by  thy  holy  inspiration  we  may  think  those 
things  that  are  good,  and  by  thy  merciful  guiding  may  perform 
the  same,  through  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ.     Amen.'] 

NOW  is  there  solemn  pause  in  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  Conqueror  now 
His  bonds  hath  riven, 

*  [  Rogation  Sunday  is  that  which  next  precedes  Ascension  Day.  The 
three  intervening  days,  Monday,  Tuesday  and  Wednesday,  are  called  Roga- 
tion days,  from  a  Latin  word  signifying  to  beseech,  because  for  those  days 
extraordinary  prayers  were  provided,  especially  for  a  blessing  on  the  fruits 
of  the  earth,  and  for  exemption  from  war  and  pestilence.  They  retain  their 
place  in  the  calendar  of  the  Church  of  England.  ] 

o  2 


178  Fifth  Sunday  after  Easter. 

And  Angels  wonder  why  he  stays  below  : 
Yet  hath  not  man  his  lesson  learn'd, 
How  endless  love  should  be  return'd. 

Deep  is  the  silence  as  of  summer  noon,* 
When  a  soft  shower 
Will  trickle  soon, 
A  gracious  rain,  freshening  the  weary  bower — 
O  sweetly  then  far  off  is  heard 
The  clear  note  of  some  lonely  bird. 

So  let  thy  turtle-dove's  sad  call  arise 
In  doubt  and  fear 
Through  darkening  skies, 
And  pierce,  0  Lord,  thy  justly  sealed  ear, 
Where  on  the  house-top,t  all  night  long, 
She  trills  her  widow'd,  faltering  song. 

Teach  her  to  know  and  love  her  hour  of  prayer, 
And  evermore, 
As  faith  grows  rare, 
Unlock  her  heart,  and  offer  all  its  store 
In  holier  love  and  humbler  vows, 
As  suits  a  lost  returning  spouse. 


*  [  "  When  the  air  is  still,  and  the  smoke  ascends  in  tall  column?  with- 
out blending  much  with  the  air,  it  is  a  sign  of  rain."  Mudie's  Contemplation 
of  Nature,  p.  174.  ] 

f    Psalmcii.7. 


Fifth  Sunday  after  Easter.  179 

Not  as  at  first,*  but  with  intenser  cry, 

Upon  the  mount 

She  now  must  lie, 

Till  thy  dear  love  to  blot  the  sad  account 

Of  her  rebellious  race  be  won, 

Pitying  the  mother  in  the  son. 

But  chiefly  (for  she  knows  thee  anger'd  worst 
By  holiest  things 
Profan'd  and  curst), 
Chiefly  for  Aaron's  seed  she  spreads  her  wings, 
If  but  one  leaf  she  may  from  Thee 
Win  of  the  reconciling  tree. 

For  what  shall  heal,  when  holy  water  banes  I 
Or  who  may  guide 
O'er  desert  plains 
Thy  lov'd  yet  sinful  people  wandering  wide, 
If  Aaron's  hand  unshrinking  mouldt 
An  idol  form  of  earthly  gold  ? 

Therefore  her  tears  are  bitter,  and  as  deep 
Her  boding  sigh, 
As,  while  men  sleep, 
Sad  hearted  mothers  heave,  that  wakeful  lie, 
To  muse  upon  some  darling  child 
Roaming  in  youth's  uncertain  wild. 

*    Deut.  ix.  23.    I  fell  down  before  the  Lord  forty  days  and  forty  nights,  as 
I  fell  down  at  the  first. 
t    Exodus  xxxii.  4. 


180  Fifth  Sunday  after  Easter. 

Therefore  on  fearful  dreams  her  inward  sight 
Is  fain  to  dwell — 
What  lurid  light 
Shall  the  last  darkness  of  the  world  dispel, 
The  Mediator  in  his  wrath 
Descending  down  the  lightning's  path. 

Yet,  yet  awhile,  offended  Saviour,  pause, 
In  act  to  break* 
Thine  outrag'd  laws, 
0  spare  thy  rebels  for  thine  own  dear  sake  ; 
Withdraw  thine  hand,  nor  dash  to  earth 
The  covenant  of  our  second  birth. 

'Tis  forfeit  like  the  first — we  own  it  all — 
Yet  for  love's  sake, 
Let  it  not  fall ; 
But  at  thy  touch  let  veiled  hearts  awake, 
That  nearest  to  thine  altar  lie, 
Yet  least  of  holy  things  descry. 

Teacher  of  teachers !  Priest  of  priests !  from  Thee 
The  sweet  strong  prayer 
Must  rise,  to  free 
First  Levi,  then  all  Israel,  from  the  snare. 
Thou  art  our  Moses  out  of  sight — 
Speak  for  us,  or  we  perish  quite. 


*    Exodus  xxxii.  19. 


8tecenstou  Sag.* 

Why  stand  ye  gazing  up  into  Heaven  ?  This  same  Jesus,  which  is  taken 
up  from  you  into  Heaven,  shall  so  come  in  like  manner  as  ye  have  seen  Him 
go  into  heaven.    Acts  i.  11.     [Scripture  appointed  as  the  Epistle  for  the  day.] 

[Grant,  we  beseech  thee,  Almighty  God,  that  like  as  we  do  be- 
lieve thy  only  begotten  Son  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  to  have  as- 
cended into  the  heavens ;  so  we  may  also  in  heart  and  mind 
thither  ascend,  and  with  him  continually  dwell,  who  liveth  and 
reignethwith  thee  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  one  God,  world  without 
end.    Amen.] 

SOFT  cloud,  that  while  the  breeze  of  May 
Chants  her  glad  matins  in  the  leafy  arch, 

Draw'st  thy  bright  veil  across  the  heavenly  way, 
Meet  pavement  for  an  angel's  glorious  march  :t 

*  [  The  fortieth  day  from  Easter  Sunday,  which  is  always  Thursday,  is 
celebrated  in  commemoration  of  the  Ascension  of  our  Lord  into  heaven.  ] 

t     [  Cioutis. 

"  Cloud  land !     Gorgeous  land  !" 


Coleridge. 


I  cannot  look  above  and  see 
Yon  high-piled  pillowy  mass 


182  Ascension  Day. 

My  soul  is  envious  of  mine  eye, 
That  it  should  soar  and  glide  with  thee  so  fast, 

The  while  my  grovelling  thoughts  half  buried  liey 
Or  lawless  roam  around  this  earthly  waste. 

Of  evening  clouds,  so  swimmingly, 

In  gold  and  purple  pass, 
And  think  not,  Lord,  how  Thou  wast  seen 

On  Israel's  desert  way 
Before  them,  in  thy  shadowy  screen, 

Pavilioned  all  the  day  ! 

Or,  of  those  robes  of  gorgeous  hue, 

Which  the  Redeemer  wore, 
When  ravished  from  his  followers'  view, 

Aloft  his  flight  he  bore, 
When  lifted,. as  on  mighty  wing, 

He  curtained  his  ascent, 
And  wrapt  in  clouds,  went  triumphing 

Above  the  firmament. 

Is  it  a  trail  of  that  same  pall 

Of  many  coloured  dies, 
That  high  above,  o'er-mantling  all, 

Hangs  midway  down  the  skies — 
Or  borders  of  those  sweeping  folds 

Which  shall  be  all  unfurled 
About  the  Saviour,  when  he  holds 

His  judgment  on  the  world  ? 

For  in  like  manner  as  he  went,— 

My  soul,  hast  thou  forgot  ? — 
Shall  be  his  terrible  descent, 

When  man  expecteth  not ! 
Strength,  Son  of  man,  against  that  hour, 

Be  to  our  spirits  given, 
When  thou  shalt  come  again  with  power, 

Upon  the  cloud's  of  heaven  ! 

Rev.  JVilliam  Croswell.  ] 


Ascension  Day.  183 

Chains  of  my  heart,  avaunt  I  say — 
I  will  arise,  and  in  the  strength  of  love 

Pursue  the  bright  track  ere  it  fade  away, 
My  Saviour's  pathway  to  his  home  above. 

Sure,  when  I  reach  the  point  where  earth 
Melts  into  nothing  from  th'  uncumber'd  sight, 

Heaven  will  o'ercome  th'  attraction  of  my  birth, 
And  I  shall  sink  in  yonder  sea  of  light  :* 

Till  resting  by  th'  incarnate  Lord, 
Once  bleeding,  now  triumphant  for  my  sake, 

I  mark  him,  how  by  seraph  hosts  ador'd 
He  to  earth's  lowest  cares  is  still  awake. 

The  sun  and  every  vassal  star, 
All  space  beyond  the  soar  of  Angel  wings, 

Wait  on  his  word  :  and  yet  he  stays  his  car 
For  every  sigh  a  contrite  suppliant  brings. 

He  listens  to  the  silent  tear 
For  all  the  anthems  of  the  boundless  skyt— 
And  shall  our  dreams  of  music  bar  our  ear 
To  His  soul-piercing  voice  for  ever  nigh  ? 


*  [  There  is  a  point  in  space  where,  the  attraction  of  the  earth  being 
overcome,  a  body  reaching  it  would  be  carried  out  of  the  earth's  orbit.  The 
existence  of  such  a  point,  in  reference  to  the  soul,  is  here  beautifully  sug- 
gested   ] 

1     [  Notwithstanding  "  all  the  anthems  of  the  boundless  sky.*'  ] 


184  Ascension  Day. 

Nay,  gracious  Saviour — but  as  now 
Our  thoughts  have  trac'd  Thee  to  thy  glory- throne, 

So  help  us  evermore  with  Tkee  to  bow 
Where  human  sorrow  breathes  her  lowly  moan. 

We  must  not  stand  to  gaze  too  long, 
Though  on  unfolding  Heaven  our  gaze  we  bend, 

Where  lost  behind  the  bright  angelic  throng 
We  see  Christ's  entering  triumph  slow  ascend. 

No  fear  but  we  shall  soon  behold, 
Faster  than  now  it  fades,  that  gleam  revive, 

When  issuing  from  his  cloud  of  fiery  gold 
Qur  wasted  frames  feel  the  true  sun,  and  live. 

Then  shall  we  see  Thee  as  Thou  art,* 
For  ever  fix'd  in  no  unfruitful  gaze, 

But  such  as  lifts  the  new  created  heart, 
Age  after  age,  in  worthier  love  and  praise. 

*    [  "  When  he  shall  appear,  we  shall  be  like  him,  for  we  shall  see  him 
as  he  is."    1  John  iii.  2.  J 


Suntrag  after  acscensftm. 


As  every  man  hath  received  the  gift,  even  so  minister  the  same  one  to 
another,  as  good  stewards  of  the  manifold  grace  of  God.     1  St.  Peter  iv.  10. 

[Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[O  God,  the  king  of  glory,  who  hast  exalted  thine  only  Son 
Jesus  Christ  with  great  triumph  unto  thy  kingdom  in  heaven  ; 
we  beseech  thee  leave  us  not  comfortless ;  but  send  to  us  thine 
Holy  Ghost  to  comfort  us,  and  exalt  us  unto  the  same  place 
whither  our  Saviour  Christ  is  gone  before  ;  who  liveth  and  reign- 
eth  with  thee  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  one  God,  world  without  end. 
Amen.'] 

THE  Earth  that  in  her  genial  breast 
Makes  for  the  down  a  kindly  nest, 
Where  wafted  by  the  warm  south-west 

It  floats  at  pleasure, 
Yields,  thankful,  of  her  very  best, 

To  nurse  her  treasure: 

True  to  her  trust,  tree,  herb,  or  reed, 
She  renders  for  each  scatter'd  seed, 
And  to  her  Lord  with  duteous  heed 
Gives  large  increase : 
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186  Sunday  after  Ascension. 

Thus  year  by  year  she  works  unfeed, 
And  will  not  cease. 

Woe  worth  these  barren  hearts  of  ours, 
Where  Thou  hast  set  celestial  flowers, 
And  water' d  with  more  balmy  showers, 

Than  e'er  distill'd 
In  Eden,  on  th'  ambrosial  bowers — 

Yet  nought  we  yield. 

Largely  Thou  givest,  gracious  Lord, 
Largely  thy  gifts  should  be  restor'd ; 
Freely  Thou  givest,  and  thy  word 

Is,  "  freely  give,"* 
He  only,  who  forgets  to  hoard, 

Has  learn'd  to  live. 

Wisely  Thou  givest — all  around 
Thine  equal  rays  are  resting  found, 
Yet  varying  so  on  various  ground 

They  pierce  and  strike, 
That  not  two  roseate  cups  are  crown'd 

With  dew  alike : 

Even  so,  in  silence,  likest  Thee, 
Steals  on  soft-handed  Charity, 
Tempering  her  gifts,  that  seem  so  free, 
By  time  and  place, 

*    St.  Matt.  x.  8. 


Sunday  after  Ascension.  187 

Till  not  a  woe  the  bleak  world  see, 
But  finds  her  grace  : 

Eyes  to  the  blind,  and  to  the  lame 
Feet,  and  to  sinners  wholesome  blame, 
To  starving  bodies  food  and  flame 

By  turns  she  brings, 
To  humbled  souls,  that  sink  for  shame, 

Lends  heaven-ward  wings : 

Leads  them  the  way  our  Saviour  went, 
And  shows  Love's  treasure  yet  unspent ; 
As  when  th'  unclouded  heavens  were  rent 

Opening  his  road, 
Nor  yet  his  Holy  Spirit  sent 

To  our  abode. 

Ten  days  th'  eternal  doors  display'd* 
Were  wondering  (so  th'  Almighty  bade) 
Whom  Love  enthron'd  would  send,  in  aid 

Of  souls  that  mourn, 
Left  orphans  in  Earth's  dreary  shade 

As  soon  as  born. 

Open  they  stand,  that  prayers  in  throngs 
May  rise  on  high,  and  holy  songs, 


*    [  Ten  dajs  intervened  between  the  ascension  of  the  Saviour,  and  the 
descent  of  the  Comforter.  ] 


188  Sunday  after  Ascension. 

Such  incense  as  of  right  belongs 

To  the  true  shrine, 
Where  stands  the  Healer  of  all  wrongs 

In  light  divine ; 

The  golden  censer  in  his  hand, 
He  offers  hearts  from  every  land, 
Tied  to  his  own  by  gentlest  band 

Of  silent  Love : 
About  Him  winged  blessings  stand 

In  act  to  move. 

A  little  while,  and  they  shall  fleet 
From  Heaven  to  Earth,  attendants  meet 
On  the  life-giving  Paraclete 

Speeding  his  flight, 
With  all  that  sacred  is  and  sweet, 

On  saints  to  light. 

Apostles,  Prophets,  Pastors,  all 
Shall  feel  the  shower  of  Mercy  fall, 
And  starting  at  th'  Almighty's  call, 

Give  what  He  gave, 
Till  their  high  deeds  the  world  appal, 

And  sinners  save. 


S&hftstttftag.* 


And  suddenly  there  came  a  sound  from  heaven,  as  of  a  rushing  mighty 
wind,  and  it  filled  all  the  house  where  they  were  sitting:  and  there  appear- 
ed unto  them  cloven  tongues,  like  as  of  fire,  and  it  sat  upon  each  of  them  : 
and  they  were  all  filled  with  the  Holy  Ghost.  Acts  ii.  2,  3.  [Scripture  for 
the  Epistle.] 


[O  God,  who  as  at  this  time  didst  teach  the  hearts  of  thy  faith- 
ful people,  by  sending  to  them  the  light  of  thy  Holy  Spirit;  grant 
us  by  the  same  Spirit  to  have  a  right  judgment  in  all  things,  and 
evermore  to  rejoice  in  his  holy  comfort,  through  the  merits  of 
Christ  Jesus  our  Saviour,  who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee,  in 
the  unity  of  the  same  Spirit,  one  God,  world  without  end. 
Amen.] 

WHEN  God  of  old  came  down  from  Heaven, 

In  power  and  wrath  He  came ; 
Before  his  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 

Half  darkness  and  half  flame  : 

*  [  This  festival  is  designed  to  commemorate  the  descent  of  the  Holy 
Ghost  on  the  Apostles  in  the  shape  of  cloven  fiery  tongues.  It  took  place  on 
the  Jewish  feast  of  Pentecost,  the  anniversary  of  the  giving  of  the  law  at 
Mount  Sinai.  The  practice  in  the  primitive  Church  of  receiving  catechu- 
mens generally  to  baptism  on  this  day,  clad  in  white  robes,  probably  gave 
occasion  to  its  name  of  white,  or,  by  contraction,  Wliitsunday.  ] 

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190  Whitsunday. 

Around  the  trembling  mountain's  base 

The  prostrate  people  lay ; 
A  day  of  wrath,  and  not  of  grace ; 

A  dim  and  dreadful  day. 

But  when  he  came  the  second  time, 
He  came  in  power  and  love, 

Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 
Hover'd  his  holy  Dove. 

The  fires  that  rush'd  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 

On  every  sainted  head. 

Like  arrows  went  those  lightnings  forth 
Wing'd  with  the  sinner's  doom, 

But  these,  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 
Proclaiming  life  to  come  : 

And  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 
The  voice  exceeding  loud, 

The  trump,  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 
ThrilPd  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud, 

So,  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 
Came  down  his  flock  to  find, 

A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 


Whitsunday.  191 

Nor  doth  the  outward  ear  alone 

At  that  high  warning  start ; 
Conscience  gives  back  th'  appalling  tone ; 

'Tis  echoed  in  the  heart. 

It  fills  the  Church  of  God  ;  it  fills 

The  sinful  wrorld  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 

No  place  for  it  is  found. 

To  other  strains  our  souls  are  set : 

A  giddy  whirl  of  sin 
Fills  ear  and  brain,  and  will  not  let 

Heaven's  harmonies  come  in. 

Come  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love,  and  Power, 

Open  our  ears  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour ; 

Save,  Lord,  by  Love  or  Fear. 


THE  CITY  OF  CONFUSION. 

So  the  Lord  scattered  them  abroad  from  thence  upon  the  face  of  all  the 
earth:  and  they  left  off  to  build  the  city.  Genesis  xi.  8.  [First  Morning 
Lesson.] 


[O  God,  who  as  at  this  time  didst  teach  the  hearts  of  thy  faith- 
ful people,  by  sending  to  them  the  light  of  thy  Koly  Spirit;  grant 
us  by  the  same  Spirit  to  have  a  right  judgment  in  all  things, 
and  evermore  to  rejoice  in  his  holy  comfort,  through  the  merits  of 
Christ  Jesus  our  Saviour,  who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee,  in 
the  unity  of  the  same  Spirit,  one  God,  world  without  end.   Amen.] 

SINCE  all  that  is  not  heav'n  must  fade, 
Light  be  the  hand  of  Ruin  laid 

Upon  the  home  I  love : 
With  lulling  spell  let  soft  Decay- 
Steal  on,  and  spare  the  giant  sway, 

The  crash  of  tower  and  grove. 

Far  opening  down  some  woodland  deep 
In  their  own  quiet  glade  should  sleep 
The  relics  dear  to  thought, 


Monday  in  Whit  sun-Week.  193 

And  wild-flower  wreaths  from  side  to  side 
Their  waving  tracery  hang,  to  hide 
What  ruthless  Time  has  wrought. 

Such  are  the  visions  green  and  sweet 
That  o'er  the  wistful  fancy  fleet 

In  Asia's  sea-like  plain, 
Where  slowly,  round  his  isles  of  sand, 
Euphrates  through  the  lonely  land 

Winds  toward  the  pearly  main. 

Slumber  is  there,  but  not  of  rest ; 
There  her  forlorn  and  weary  nest 

The  famish'd  hawk  has  found, 
The  wild  dog  howls  at  fall  of  night, 
The  serpent's  rustling  coils  affright 

The  traveller  on  his  round. 

What  shapeless  form,  half  lost  on  high,* 
Half  seen  against  the  evening  sky, 

Seems  like  a  ghost  to  glide, 
And  watch,  from  Babel's  crumbling  heap, 
Where  in  her  shadowT,  fast  asleep, 

Lies  fall'n  imperial  Pride  ? 


*  See  Sir  R.  K.  Porter's  Travels,  ii.  387.  "  In  my  second  visit  to  Bin* 
Nimrood,  my  party  suddenly  halted,  having  descried  several  dark  objects 
moving  along  the  summit  of  its  hill,  which  they  construed  into  dismounted 
Arabs  on  the  look  out :  I  took  out  my  glass  to  examine,  and  soon  distin- 
guished that  the  causes  of  our  alarm  were  two  or  three  majestic  lions,  taking 
the  air  upon  the  heights  of  the  pyramid." 


194  Monday  in  TV  hit  sun- Week. 

With  half-closed  eye  a  lion  there 
Is  basking  in  his  noontide  lair, 

Or  prowls  in  twilight  gloom. 
The  golden  city's  king  he  seems, 
Such  as  in  old  prophetic  dreams* 

Sprang  from  rough  ocean's  womb. 

But  where  are  now  his  eagle  wings, 
That  shelter' d  erst  a  thousand  kings, 

Hiding  the  glorious  sky 
From  half  the  nations,  till  they  own 
No  holier  name,  no  mightier  throne  ? 

That  vision  is  gone  by. 

Quench'd  is  the  golden  statue's  ray,t 
The  breath  of  heaven  has  blown  away 

What  toiling  earth  had  pil'd, 
Scattering  wise  heart  and  crafty  hand, 
As  breezes  strew  on  ocean's  sand 

The  fabrics  of  a  child. 

Divided  thence  through  every  age 
Thy  rebels,  Lord,  their  warfare  wage, 

And  hoarse  and  jarring  all 
Mount  up  their  heaven  assailing  cries 
To  thy  bright  watchmen  in  the  skies 

From  Babel's  shatter'd  wall. 


*    Daniel  vii.  4.  f    Daniel  ii.  and  iii. 


Monday  in  Whit  sun-Week.  195 

Thrice  only  since,  with  blended  might* 
The  nations  on  that  haughty  height 

Have  met  to  scale  the  heaven : 
Thrice  only  might  a  Seraph's  look 
A  moment's  shade  of  sadness  brook — 

Such  power  to  guilt  was  given. 

Now  the  fierce  Bear  and  Leopard  keent 
Are  perish'd  as  they  ne'er  had  been, 

Oblivion  is  their  home  : 
Ambition's  boldest  dream  and  last 
Must  melt  before  the  clarion  blast 

That  sounds  the  dirge  of  Rome. 

Heroes  and  Kings,  obey  the  charm, 
Withdraw  the  proud  high-reaching  arm* 

There  is  an  oath  on  high, 
That  ne'er  on  brow  of  mortal  birth 
Shall  blend  again  the  crowns  of  earth, 

Nor  in  according  cry 

Her  many  voices  mingling  own 
One  tyrant  Lord,  one  idol  throne  : 

But  to  His  triumph  soon 
He  shall  descend,  who  rules  above, 

*  [  The  allusions  throughout  this  piece  are  to  the  four  universal  empires 
predicted  in  the  book  of  Daniel,  and  to  the  establishment  of  Christ's  pro- 
mised spiritual  kingdom  on  the  ruins  of  them  all.  The  sentiment  of  the 
last  three  lines  is  truly  sublime.  J 

f    Daniel  vii.  5,  6. 


196  Monday  in  PWiitsun-Week. 

And  the  pure  language  of  His  love* 
All  tongues  of  men  shall  tune. 

Nor  let  Ambition  heartless  mourn  ; 
When  Babel's  very  ruins  burn, 

Her  high  desires  may  breathe  ; — 
O'ercome  thyself,  and  thou  may'st  share 
With  Christ  his  Father's  throne,t  and  wear 

The  world's  imperial  wreath. 

*  Zephaniah  iii.  9.  "  Then  will  I  turn  to  the  people  a  pure  language, 
that  they  may  all  call  upon  the  name  of  the  Lord,  to  serve  him  with  one 
consent." 

t  Revelations  iii.  21.  "  To  him  that  overcometh  will  I  grant  to  sit  with 
me  in  my  throne." 


aruestrag  in  a©fttt8uu=2K5teeft* 


HOLY  ORDERS. 


When  He  putteth  forth  His  own  sheep,  He  goeth  before  them.    St.  John 
x.  4.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[O  God,  who  as  at  this  time  didst  teach  the  hearts  of  thy  Faith- 
ful people,  by  sending  to  them  the  light  of  thy  Holy  Spirit ; 
grant  us  by  the  same  Spirit  to  have  a  right  judgment  in  all  things, 
and  evermore  to  rejoice  in  his  holy  comfort,  through  the  merits 
of  Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour,  who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee, 
in  the  unity  of  the  same  Spirit,  one  God,  world  without  end. 
Amen.~\ 

(Addressed  to  Candidates  for  Ordination.) 

"LORD,  in  thy  field  I  work  all  day, 
"I  read,  I  teach,  I  warn,  I  pray, 
"And  yet  these  wilful  wandering  sheep 
"Within  thy  fold  I  cannot  keep. 


"I  journey,  yet  no  step  is  won — 
"  Alas  !  the  weary  course  I  run  ! 
Q 


198  Tuesday  in  Whitsun-Week. 

"Like  sailors  shipwreck'd  in  their  dreams. 
"  All  powerless  and  benighted  seems." 

What  ?  wearied  out  with  half  a  life  ? 
Scar'd  with  this  smooth  unbloody  strife  ? 
Think  where  thy  coward  hopes  had  flown 
Had  Heaven  held  out  the  martyr's  crown. 

How  could'st  thou  hang  upon  the  cross. 
To  whom  a  weary  hour  is  loss  ? 
Or  how  the  thorns  and  scourging  brook, 
Who  shrinkest  from  a  scornful  look  ? 

Yet  ere  thy  craven  spirit  faints, 
Hear  thine  own  King,  the  King  of  saints  ; 
Though  thou  wert  toiling  in  the  grave, 
'Tis  He  can  cheer  thee,  He  can  save. 

He  is  th'  eternal  mirror  bright, 
Where  angels  view  the  Father's  light, 
And  yet  in  Him  the  simplest  swain 
May  read  his  homely  lesson  plain. 

Early  to  quit  his  home  on  earth, 
And  claim  his  high  celestial  birth, 
Alone  with  his  true  Father  found* 
Within  the  temple's  solemn  round  : — 


[  "  Wist  ye  not  that  I  must  be  about  ray  Fathers  business  ?"  ] 


Tuesday  in  Whitsun-Week.  199 

Yet  in  meek  duty  to  abide 

For  many  a  year  at  Mary's  side,* 

Nor  heed,  though  restless  spirits  ask, 

"  What  ?  hath  the  Christ  forgot  his  task  ?"— 

Conscious  of  Deity  within, 

To  bow  before  an  heir  of  sin, 

With  folded  arms  on  humble  breast, 

By  his  own  servant  wash'd  and  blest  :t — 

Then  full  of  Heaven,  the  mystic  Dove 
Hovering  his  gracious  brow  above, 
To  shun  the  voice  and  eye  of  praise, 
And  in  the  wild  his  trophies  raise  :± — 

With  hymns  of  angels  in  his  ears, 
Back  to  his  task  of  woe  and  tears, 
Unmurmuring  through  the  world  to  roam 
With  not  a  wish  or  thought  at  home  : — 

All  but  himself  to  heal  and  save, 

Till  ripen'd  for  the  cross  and  grave 

He  to  His  Father  gently  yield 

The  breath  that  our  redemption  seal'd  : — 

*  [  "And  he  went  down  with  them,  and  came  to  Nazareth,  and  was 
subject  unto  them  :  but  his  mother  kept  all  these  sayings  in  her  heart."  ] 

t     [  John  the  Baptist,  by  whom  Jesus  was  baptized.  ] 

X  [  From  his  baptism,  Jesus  went  up  into  the  wilderness,  where  he  was 
tempted.  ] 


200  Tuesday  in  Whit  sun- Week. 

Then  to  unearthly  life  arise, 
Yet  not  at  once  to  seek  the  skies, 
But  glide  awhile  from  saint  to  saint, 
Lest  on  our  lonely  way  we  faint ; 

And  through  the  cloud  by  glimpses  show 
How  bright,  in  Heaven,  the  marks  will  glow 
Of  the  true  cross,  imprinted  deep 
Both  on  the  Shepherd  and  the  sheep : — 

When  out  of  sight,  in  heart  and  prayer 
Thy  chosen  people  still  to  bear, 
And  from  behind  thy  glorious  veil, 
Shed  light  that  cannot  change  or  fail: — 

This  is  thy  pastoral  course,  O  Lord, 
Till  we  be  sav'd,  and  Thou  ador'd; — 
Thy  course  and  ours — but  who  are  they 
Who  follow  on  the  narrow  way  ? 

And  yet  of  Thee  from  year  to  year 
The  Church's  solemn  chant  we  hear, 
As  from  thy  cradle  to  thy  throne 
She  swells  her  high  heart-cheering  tone. 

Listen,  ye  pure  white-robed  souls, 
Whom  in  her  list  she  now  enrolls, 
And  gird  ye  for  your  high  emprize 
By  these  her  thrilling  minstrelsies. 


Tuesday  in  Whitsun-Week.  201 

And  wheresoe'er,  in  earth's  wide  field, 
Ye  lift,  for  Him,  the  red-cross  shield, 
Be  this  your  song,  your  joy  and  pride — 
"  Our  Champion  went  before  and  died." 


STrtnfts  Sbuutrag-* 


If  I  have  told  you  earthly  things,  and  ye  believe  not,  how  shall  ye  believe 
if  I  tell  you  of  heavenly  things  ?    St.  John  iii.  12. 


[Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  who  hast  given  unto  us,  thy 
servants,  grace,  by  the  confession  of  a  true  faith,  to  acknowledge 
the  glory  of  the  eternal  Trinity,  and  in  the  power  of  the  divine 
Majesty  to  worship  the  Unity ;  we  beseech  thee  that  thou  wouldst 
keep  us  steadfast  in  this  faith,  and  evermore  uefend  us  from  all 
adversities,  who  livest  and  reignest,  one  God,  world  without 
end.     Jlmen.] 

CREATOR,  Saviour,  strengthening  Guide, 
Now  on  Thy  mercy's  ocean  wide 
Far  out  of  sight  we  seem  to  glide. 

Help  us,  each  hour,  with  steadier  eye 
To  search  the  deepening  mystery, 
The  wonders  of  Thy  sea  and  sky. 

*    [  The  festival  which  commemorates  the  mysterious  doctrine  of  the 
Trinity  in  Unity.  ] 

«2 


202  Trinity  Sunday. 

The  blessed  angels  look  and  long 
To  praise  Thee  with  a  worthier  song, 
And  yet  our  silence  does  Thee  wrong. — 

Along  the  Church's  central  space 
The  sacred  weeks  with  unfelt  pace 
Have  borne  us  on  from  grace  to  grace. 

As  travellers  on  some  woodland  height, 
When  wintry  suns  are  gleaming  bright, 
Lose  in  arch'd  glades  their  tangled  sight ; — 

By  glimpses  such  as  dreamers  love 
Through  her  gray. veil  the  leafless  grove 
Shows  where  the  distant  shadows  rove ; — 

Such  trembling  joy  the  soul  o'er-awes 
As  nearer  to  thy  shrine  she  draws  : — 
And  now  before  the  choir  we  pause. 

The  door  is  clos'd — but  soft  and  deep 
Around  the  awful  arches  sweep 
Such  airs  as  soothe  a  hermit's  sleep. 

From  each  carv'd  nook  and  fretted  bend 

Cornice  and  gallery  seem  to  send 

Tones  that  with  seraph  hymns  might  blend. 

Three  solemn  parts  together  twine 

In  harmony's  mysterious  line  ; 

Three  solemn  aisles  approach  the  shrine : 


Trinity  Sunday.  2CW 

Yet  all  are  One — together  all, 

In  thoughts  that  awe  but  not  appal. 

Teach  the  adoring  heart  to  fall. 

Within  these  walls  each  fluttering  guest 
Is  gently  lur'd  to  one  safe  nest — 
Without,  'tis  moaning  and  unrest. 

The  busy  world  a  thousand  ways 

Is  hurrying  by,  nor  ever  stays 

To  catch  a  note  of  Thy  dear  praise. 

Why  tarries  not  her  chariot  wheel, 
That  o'er  her  wTith  no  vain  appeal 
,  One  gust  of  heavenly  song  might  steal  ? 

Alas !  for  her  Thy  opening  flowers 
Unheeded  breathe  to  summer  showers, 
Unheard  the  music  of  Thy  bowers. 

What  echoes  from  the  sacred  dome 
The  selfish  spirit  may  o'ereome 
That  will  not  hear  of  love  or  home  ? 

The  heart  that  scorn'd  a  father's  care, 
How  can  it  rise  in  filial  prayer  ? 
How  an  all-seeing  Guardian  bear? 

Or  how  shall  envious  brethren  own 
A  Brother  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
Their  Father's  joy,  their  hope  alone  ? 


204  Trinity  Sunday. 

How  shall  thy  Spirit's  gracious  wile 
The  sullen  brow  of  gloom  beguile, 
That  frowns  on  sweet  affection's  smile  ? 

Eternal  One,  Almighty  Trine  ! 

(Since  thou  art  ours,  and  we  are  Thine) 

By  all  thy  love  did  once  resign, 

By  all  the  grace  thy  heavens  still  hide, 
We  pray  thee,  keep  us  at  thy  side, 
Creator,  Saviour,  strengthening  Guide  ! 


iFCrst  Suntmg  after  Evinity. 

ISRAEL  AMONG  THE  RUINS  OF  CANAAN. 

So  Joshua  smote  all  the  country,  and  all  their  kings ;  he  left  none  re- 
maining.    Joshua  x.  40.     [First  Morning  Lesson.] 


[O  God,  the  strength  of  all  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 
mercifully  accept  our  prayers ;  and  because,  through  the  weak- 
ness of  our  mortal  nature,  we  can  do  no  good  thing  without  thee, 
grant  us  the  help  of  thy  grace,  that  in  keeping  thy  command- 
ments we  may  please  thee,  both  in  will  and  deed,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.] 

WHERE  is  the  land  with  milk  and  honey  flowing, 
The  promise  of  our  God,  our  fancy's  theme  ? 


First  Sunday  after  Trinity.  205 

Here  over  shatter' d  walls  dank  weeds  are  growing, 
And  blood  and  fire  have  run  in  mingled  stream  ; 

lake  oaks  and  cedars  all  around 

The  giant  corses  strew  the  ground, 
And  haughty  Jericho's  cloud-piercing  wall 
Lies  where  it  sank  at  Joshua's  trumpet  call. 

These  are  not  scenes  for  pastoral  dance  at  even, 
For  moonlight  rovings  in  the  fragrant  glades, 
Soft  slumbers  in  the  open  eye  of  heaven, 
And  all  the  listless  joy  of  summer  shades. 
We  in  the  midst  of  ruins  live, 
Which  every  hour  dread  warning  give, 
Nor  may  our  household  vine  or  fig-tree  hide 
The  broken  arches  of  old  Canaan's  pride. 

Where  is  the  sweet  repose  of  hearts  repenting, 
The  deep  calm  sky,  the  sunshine  of  the  soul, 
Now  heaven  and  earth  are  to  our  bliss  consenting, 
And  all  the  Godhead  joins  to  make  us  whole? 
The  triple  crown  of  mercy  now 
Is  ready  for  the  suppliant's  brow, 
By  the  Almighty  Three  for  ever  plann'd, 
And  from  behind  the  cloud  held  out  by  Jesus'  hand. 

"  Now,  Christians,  hold  your  own — the  land  before  ye 
"  Is  open — win  your  way,  and  take  your  rest." 

So  sounds  our  war-note ;  but  our  path  of  glory 
By  many  a  cloud  is  darken'd  and  unblest: 


206  First  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

And  daily  as  we  downward  glide, 

Life's  ebbing  stream  on  either  side 
Shows  at  each  turn  some  mouldering  hope  or  joy, 
Tlie  Man  seems  following  still  the  funeral  of  the  Boy. 

Open  our  eyes,  thou  Sun  of  life  and  gladness, 

That  we  may  see  that  glorious  world  of  thine  ! 
It  shines  for  us  in  vain,  while  drooping  sadness 
Enfolds  us  here  like  mist:  come  Power  benign, 
Touch  our  chill' d  hearts  with  vernal  smile, 
Our  wintry  course  do  Thou  beguile, 
Nor  by  the  wayside  ruins  let  us  mourn, 
Who  have  th'  eternal  towers  for  our  appointed  bourne. 


Sccoutt  Suutrag  after  JErimtg- 


CHARITY  THE  LIFE  OF  FAITH. 


Marvel  not,  my  brethren,  if  the  world  hate  you.  We  know  that  we  have 
passed  from  death  unto  life,  because  we  love  the  brethren.  1  St*  John  iii.  13. 
14.     [Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[O  Lord,  who  never  failest  to  help  and  govern  those  whom 
thou  dost  bring  up  in  thy  steadfast  fear  and  love;  keep  us,  we 
beseech  thee,  under  the  protection  of  thy  good  providence,  and 
make  us  to  have  a  perpetual  fear  and  love  of  thy  holy  name, 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.'] 

THE  clouds  that  wrap  the  setting  sun 

When  Autumn's  softest  gleams  are  ending, 

Where  all  bright  hues  together  run 
In  sweet  confusion  blending: — 

Why,  as  we  watch  their  floating  wreath, 

Seem  they  the  breath  of  life  to  breathe  ? 

To  Fancy's  eye  their  motions  prove 

They  mantle  round  the  Sun  for  love. 


208  Second  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

When  up  some  woodland  dale  we  catch 
The  many  twinkling  smile*  of  ocean, 
Or  with  pleas'd  ear  bewilder'd  watch 

His  chime  of  restless  motion ; 
Still  as  the  surging  waves  retire 
They  seem  to  gasp  with  strong  desire, 
Such  signs  of  love  old  Ocean  gives, 
We  cannot  choose  but  think  he  lives. 

Would'st  thou  the  life  of  souls  discern  ? 

Nor  human  wisdom  nor  divine 
Helps  thee  by  aught  beside  to  learn ; 

Love  is  life's  only  sign. 
'    The  spring  of  the  regenerate  heart, 
The  pulse,  the  glow  of  every  part, 
Is  the  true  love  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
As  man  embrac'd,  as  God  ador'd. 

But  he,  whose  heart  will  bound  to  mark 
The  full  bright  burst  of  summer  morn, 

Loves  too  each  little  dewy  spark 
By  leaf  or  flow'ret  worn : 

Cheap  forms,  and  common  hues,  'tis  true, 

Through  the  bright  shower-drop  meet  his  view ; 

The  colouring  may  be  of  this  earth ; 

The  lustre  comes  of  heavenly  birth. 

*      7T0Vt/o)V   TS  KVJUCtTCOV 

etv»£iQpcv  yzKa.<r{Aci iEschyl.  Prom.  89. 


Second  Sunday  after  Trinity.  209 

Even  so,  who  loves  the  Lord  aright, 

No  soul  of  man  can  worthless  find ; 
All  will  be  precious  in  his  sight, 

Since  Christ  on  all  hath  shin'd : 
But  chiefly  Christian  souls ;  for  they, 
Though  worn  and  soil'd  with  sinful  clay, 
Are  yet,  to  eyes  that  see  them  true, 
All  glistening  with  baptismal  dew. 

Then  marvel  not,  if  such  as  bask 

In  purest  light  of  innocence, 
Hope  against  hope,  in  love's  dear  task, 

Spite  of  all  dark  offence. 
If  they  who  hate  the  trespass  most, 
Yet,  when  all  other  love  is  lost, 
Love  the  poor  sinner,  marvel  not ; 
Christ's  mark  outwears  the  rankest  blot. 

No  distance  breaks  the  tie  of  blood ; 

Brothers  are  brothers  evermore ; 
Nor  wrong,  nor  wrath  of  deadliest  mood, 

That  magic  may  o'erpower ; 
Oft,  ere  the  common  source  be  known, 
The  kindred  drops  will  claim  their  own, 
And  throbbing  pulses  silently 
Move  heart  towards  heart  by  sympathy. 

So  is  it  with  true  Christian  hearts ; 
Their  mutual  share  in  Jesus'  blood 


210  Second  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

An  everlasting  bond  impaits 

Of  holiest  brotherhood : 
Oh !  might  we  all  our  lineage  prove, 
Give  and  forgive,  do  good  and  love, 
By  soft  endearments  in  kind  strife 
Lightening  the  load  of  daily  life  ! 

There  is  much  need :  for  not  as  yet 
Are  we  in  shelter  or  repose, 

The  holy  house  is  still  beset 
With  leaguer  of  stern  foes; 

Wild  thoughts  within,  bad  men  without, 

All  evil  spirits  round  about, 

Are  banded  in  unblest  device, 

To  spoil  Love's  earthly  paradise. 

Then  draw  we  nearer  day  by  day, 

Each  to  his  brethren,  all  to  God ; 
Let  the  world  take  us  as  she  may, 
We  must  not  change  our  road; 
Not  wondering,  though  in  grief,  to  find 
The  martyr's  foe  still  keep  her  mind; 
But  flx'd  to  hold  Love's  banner  fast, 
And  by  submission  win  at  last. 


EhiVO  Suutrag  after  &rmftg- 


COMFORT  FOR  SINNERS  IN  THE  PRESENCE  OF  THE  GOOD. 


There  is  joy  in  the  presence  of  the  angels  of  God  over  one  sinner  that  re- 
penteth.     St.  Luke  xv.  10.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[O  Lord,  we  beseech  thee  mercifully  to  hear  us ;  and  grant  that 
we,  to  whom  thou  hast  given  a  hearty  desire  to  pray,  may,  by 
thy  mighty  aid,  be  defended  and  comforted  in  all  dangers  and 
adversities,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.] 

0  HATEFUL  spell  of  Sin!  when  friends  are  nigh, 
To  make  stern  Memory  tell  her  tale  unsought, 

And  raise  accusing  shades  of  hours  gone  by, 
To  come  between  us  and  all  kindly  thought! 

Chill'd  at  her  touch,  the  self-reproaching  soul 
Flies  from  the  heart  and  home  she  dearest  loves 

To  where  lone  mountains  tower,  or  billows  roll, 
Or  to  your  endless  depth,  ye  solemn  groves. 

In  vain :  the  averted  cheek  in  loneliest  dell 
Is  conscious  of  a  gaze  it  cannot  bear, 


212  Third  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

The  leaves  that  rustle  near  us  seem  to  tell 
Our  heart's  sad  secret  to  the  silent  air. 

Nor  is  the  chjpam  untrue :  for  all  around 

The  heavens  are  watching  with  their  thousand  eyes, 
We  cannot  pass  our  guardian  angel's  bound, 

Resign'd  or  sullen,  he  will  hear  our  sighs. 

He  in  the  mazes  of  the  budding  wood 

Is  near,  and  mourns  to  see  our  thankless  glance 

Dwell  coldly,  where  the  fresh  green  earth  is  strew'd     - 
With  the  first  flowers  that  lead  the  vernal  dance. 

In  wasteful  bounty  shower'd,  they  smile  unseen, 
Unseen  by  man — but  what  if  purer  sprights 

By  moonlight  o'er  their  dewy  bosoms  lean 
T'  adore  the  Father  of  all  gentle  lights  ? 

If  such  there  be,  O  grief  and  shame  to  think 
That  sight  of  thee  should  overcloud  their  joy, 

A  newborn  soul,  just  waiting  on  the  brink 
Of  endless  life,  yet  wrapt  in  earth's  annoy ! 

O  turn,  and  be  thou  turn'd!  the  selfish  tear, 
In  bitter  thoughts  of  low  born  care  begun, 

Let  it  flow  on,  but  flow  refin'd  and  clear, 
The  turbid  waters  brightening  as  they  run* 

Let  it  flow  on,  till  all  thine  earthly  heart 
In  penitential  drops  have  ebb'd  away, 


Tliird  Sunday  after  Trinity.  213 

Then  fearless  turn  where  Heaven  hath  set  thy  part, 
Nor  shudder  at  the  eye  that  saw  thee  stray. 

O  lost  and  found !  all  gentle  souls  below 

Their  dearest  welcome  shall  prepare,  and  prove 

Such  joy  o'er  thee,  as  raptur'd  seraphs  know, 
Who  learn  their  lesson  at  the  Throne  of  Love. 


jFourtft  Stwtrag  after  SrCuits* 


THE  GROANS  OF  NATURE. 

For  the  earnest  expectation  of  the  creature  waiteth  for  the  manifestation 
of  the  sons  of  God :  for  the  creature  was  made  subject  to  vanity,  not  willingly, 
but  by  reason  of  him  who  hath  subjected  the  same  in  hope  j  because  the 
creature  itself  also  shall  be  delivered  from  the  bondage  of  corruption  into  the 
glorious  liberty  of  the  children  of  God :  for  we  know  that  the  whole  creation 
groaneth  and  travaileth  in  pain  together  until  now.  Rom.  viii.  19—2*2. 
f  Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[O  God,  the  protector  of  all  that  trust  in  thee,  without  whom 
nothing  is  strong,  nothing  is  holy :  increase  and  multiply  upon 
us  thy  mercy ;  that  thou  being  our  ruler  and  guide,  we  may  so 
pass  through  things  temporal,  that  we  finally  lose  not  the  things 
eternal:  grant  this,  O  heavenly  Father,  for  Jesus  Christ's  sake 
our  Lord.    Amen.] 

IT  was  not  then  a  poet's  dream, 
An  idle  vaunt  of  song, 
r  2 


214  Fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Such  as  beneath  the  moon's  soft  gleam 
On  vacant  fancies  throng ; 

Which  bids  us  see  in  heaven  and  earth, 

In  all  fair  things  around, 
Strong  yearnings  for  a  blest  new  birth 

With  sinless  glories  crown'd ; 

Which  bids  us  hear,  at  each  sweet  pause 
From  care  and  want  and  toil, 

When  dewy  eve  her  curtain  draws 
Over  the  day's  turmoil, 

In  the  low  chant  of  wakeful  birds, 
In  the  deep  weltering  flood, 

In  whispering  leaves,  these  solemn  words- 
"  God  made  us  all  for  good." 

All  true,  all  faultless,  all  in  tune, 
Creation's  wondrous  choir 

Open'd  in  mystic  unison 
To  last  till  time  expire. 

And  still  it  lasts :  by  day  and  night, 
With  one  consenting  voice, 

All  hymn  thy  glory,  Lord,  aright, 
All  worship  and  rejoice. 

Man  only  mars  the  sweet  accord. 
O'erpowering  with  "  harsh  din" 


Fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  215 

The  music  of  thy  works  and  word, 
111  match'd  with  grief  and  sin. 

Sin  is  with  man  at  morning  break, 

And  through  the  live-long  day 
Deafens  the  ear  that  fain  would  wake 

To  Nature's  simple  lay. 

But  when  eve's  silent  foot-fall  steals 

Along  the  eastern  sky, 
And  one  by  one  to  earth  reveals 

Those  purer  fires  on  high, 

When  one  by  one  each  human  sound 

Dies  on.  the  awful  ear, 
Then  Nature's  voice  no  more  is  drown'd, 

She  speaks  and  we  must  hear. 

Then  pours  she  on  the  Christian  heart 

That  warning  still  and  deep, 
At  which  high  spirits  of  old  would  start 

Even  from  their  Pagan  sleep, 

Just  guessing,  through  their  murky  blind, 

Few,  faint,  and  baffling  sight, 
Streaks  of  a  brighter  heaven  behind 

A  cloudless  depth  of  light. 

Such  thoughts,  the  wreck  of  Paradise, 
Through  many  a  dreary  age, 


Fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Upbore  whate'er  of  good  and  wise 
Yet  lived  in  bard  or  sage : 

They  mark'd  what  agonizing  throes 
Shook  the  great  mother's  womb; 

But  Reason's  spells  might  not  disclose 
The  gracious  birth  to  come ; 

Nor  could  th'  enchantress  Hope  forecast 
God's  secret  love  and  power; 

The  travail  pangs  of  Earth  must  last 
Till  her  appointed  hour ; 

The  hour  that  saw  from  opening  heaven 

Redeeming  glory  stream, 
Beyond  the  summer  hues  of  even, 

Beyond  the  mid-day  beam. 

Thenceforth,  to  eyes  of  high  desire, 

The  meanest  things  below, 
As  with  a  seraph's  robe  of  fire 

Invested,  burn  and  glow : 

The  rod  of  heaven  has  touch' d  them  all, 
The  word  from  heaven  is  spoken  ; 

"  Rise,  shine,  and  sing,  thou  captive  thrall ; 
"  Are  not  thy  fetters  broken  ? 

"  The  God  who  hallow'd  thee  and  blest, 
"  Pronouncing  thee  all  good — 


Fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  217 

"  Hath  He  not  all  thy  wrongs  redrest, 
"  And  all  thy  bliss  renew'd  ? 

"  Why  mourn'st  thou  still  as  one  bereft, 

11  Now  that  th'  eternal  Son, 
"  His  blessed  home  in  heaven  hath  left 

"  To  make  thee  all  his  own  ?" 

Thou  mourn'st  because  Sin  lingers  still 
In  Christ's  new  heaven  and  earth  ; 

Because  our  rebel  works  and  will 
Stain  our  immortal  birth  : 

Because,  as  Love  and  Prayer  grow  cold, 

The  Saviour  hides  his  face, 
And  worldlings  blot  the  temple's  gold 

With  uses  vile  and  base. 

Hence  all  thy  groans  and  travail  pains, 

Hence,  till  thy  God  return, 
In  wisdom's  ear  thy  blithest  strains, 

Oh  Nature,  seem  to  mourn. 


iFtttfi  Stwtrag  after  &vinit$. 

THE  FISHERMEN  OF  BETHSAIDA. 

And  Simon  answering  said  unto  Him,  Master,  we  have  toiled  all  the  night, 
and  have  taken  nothing :  nevertheless,  at  thy  word  I  will  let  down  the  net : 
and  when  they  had  this  done,  they  inclosed  a  great  multitude  of  fishes,  and 
their  net  brake.    St.  Luke  v.  5.     [Gospel for  the  day.] 

[Grant,  O  Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  that  the  course  of  this  world 
may  be  so  peaceably  ordered  by  thy  governance,  that  thy  Church 
may  joyfully  serve  thee  in  all  godly  quietness,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.    Jlmen.] 

"  THE  livelong  night  we've  toiled  in  vain, 

"  But  at  thy  gracious  word 
"  I  will  let  down  the  net  again  :■ — 

"  Do  thou  thy  will,  O  Lord !" 

So  spake  the  weary  fisher,  spent 

With  bootless  darkling  toil, 
Yet  on  his  Master's  bidding  bent 

For  love  and  not  for  spoil. 

So  day  by  day  and  week  by  week, 
In  sad  and  weary  thought, 


Fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  219 

They  muse,  whom  God  hath  set  to  seek 
The  souls  his  Christ  hath  bought. 

For  not  upon  a  tranquil  lake 

Our  pleasant  task  we  ply, 
Where  all  along  our  glistening  wake 

The  softest  moonbeams  lie ; 

Where  rippling  wave  and  dashing  oar 

Our  midnight  chant  attend, 
Or  whispering  palm-leaves  from  the  shore 

With  midnight  silence  blend. 

Sweet  thoughts  of  peace,  ye  may  not  last: 

Too  soon  some  ruder  sound 
Calls  us  from  where  ye  soar  so  fast 

Back  to  our  earthly  round. 

For  wildest  storms  our  ocean  sweep : — 

No  anchor  but  the  Cross 
Might  hold :  and  oft  the  thankless  deep 

Turns  all  our  toil  to  loss. 

Full  many  a  dreary  anxious  hour 

We  watch  our  nets  alone 
In  drenching  spray,  and  driving  shower, 

And  hear  the  night-bird's  moan : 

At  morn  we  look,  and  nought  is  there ; 
Sad  dawn  of  cheerless  day  ! 


220  Fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Who  then  from  pining  and  despair 
The  sickening  heart  can  stay  1 

There  is  a  stay — and  we  are  strong ; 

Our  Master  is  at  hand, 
To  cheer  our  solitary  song, 

And  guide  us  to  the  strand, 

In  his  own  time :  but  yet  awhile 

Our  bark  at  sea  must  ride  : 
Cast  after  cast,  by  force  or  guile 

All  waters  must  be  tried : 

By  blameless  guile  or  gentle  force, 

As  when  He  deign'd  to  teach 
(The  lode-star  of  our  Christian  course) 

Upon  this  sacred  beach. 

Should  e'er  thy  wonder-working  grace 

Triumph  by  our  weak  arm, 
Let  not  our  sinful  fancy  trace 

Aught  human  in  the  charm  : 

To  our  own  nets*  ne'er  bow  we  down, 

Lest  on  the  eternal  shore 
The  angels,  while  our  draught  they  own,t 

Reject  us  evermore  : 

*    Habakkuk  i.  16.    They  sacrifice  unto  their  net,  and  burn  ineense  unto 
their  drag. 
t    St.  Matthew  xiii.  49. 


Fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  221 

Or,  if  for  our  unworthiness 

Toil,  prayer,  and  watching  fail, 
In  disappointment  thou  canst  bless, 

So  love  at  heart  prevail. 


Stjrtit  Sumrag  after  ^rtuftg* 

THE  PSALMIST  REPENTING. 

David  said  unto  Nathan,  I  have  sinned  against  the  Lord :  and  Nathan 
said  unto  David,  The  Lord  also  hath  put  away  thy  sin :  thou  shalt  not  die. 
"2  Samuel  xii.  13.     [First  Morning  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 


[O  God,  who  hast  prepared  for  those  who  love  thee,  such  good 
things  as  pass  man's  understanding;  pour  into  our  hearts  such 
love  towards  thee,  that  we,  loving  thee  above  all  things,  may 
obtain  thy  promises,  which  exceed  all  that  we  can  desire,  through 
Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.'] 

WHEN  bitter  thoughts,  of  conscience  born, 
With  sinners  wake  at  morn, 

When  from  our  restless  couch  we  start, 

With  fever' d  lips  and  wither'd  heart, 
Where  is  the  spell  to  charm  those  mists  away, 
And  make  new  morning  in  that  darksome  day  ? 

One  draught  of  spring's  delicious  air, 

One  stedfast  thought,  that  God  is  there. 


222  Sixth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 


These  are  thy  wonders,  hourly  wrought,* 
Thou  Lord  of  time  and  thought, 

Lifting  and  lowering  souls  at  will, 

Crowding  a  world  of  good  or  ill 
Into  a  moment's  vision  :  even  as  light 
Mounts  o'er  a  cloudy  ridge,  and  all  is  bright, 

From  west  to  east  one  thrilling  ray 

Turning  a  wintry  world  to  May. 

Wouldst  thou  the  pangs  of  guilt  assuage  ? 
Lo  here  an' open  page, 

*    [  "  How  fresh,  O  Lord,  how  sweet  and  clean 
Are  thy  returns  !  even  as  the  flowers  in  spring  ; 
To  which  besides  their  own  demean, 
The  late  past  frosts  tributes  of  pleasure  bring. 
Grief  melts  away 
Like  snow  in  May, 
As  if  there  were  no  such  cold  thing. 

"  Who  would  have  thought  my  shrivelled  heart 

Could  have  recovered  greenness  ?    It  was  gone 
Quite  under  ground,  as  flowers  depart 
To  see  their  mother- root,  when  they  have  flown ; 
Where  they  together 
All  the  hard  weather 
Dead  to  the  world,  keep  house  unknown. 

"  These  are  thy  wonders,  Lord  of  power, 

Killing  and  quickening,  bringing  down  to  hell 
And  up  to  heaven  in  an  hour, 

Making  a  chiming  of  a  passing  bell. 
We  say  amiss, 
This  or  that  is — 
Thy  word  is  all,  if  we  could  spell." 

Herbert's  Poems  (1641),  p.  160.  ] 


Sixth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  223 

Where  heavenly  mercy  shines  as  free, 

Written  in  balm,  sad  heart,  for  thee. 
Never  so  fast,  in  silent  April  shower, 
Flush'd  into  green  the  dry  and  leafless  bower,* 

As  Israel's  crowned  mourner  felt 

The  dull  hard  stone  within  him  melt. 

The  absolver  saw  the  mighty  grief, 
And  hasten'd  with  relief; — 

"  The  Lord  forgives;  thou  shalt  not  die  :" — 

'Twas  gently  spoke,  yet  heard  on  high, 
And  all  the  band  of  angels,  us'd  to  sing 
In  heaven,  accordant  to  his  raptur'd  string. 

Who  many  a  month  had  turn'd  away 

With  veiled  eyes,  nor  own'd  his  lay, 

Now  spread  their  wings,  and  throng  around 
To  the  glad  mournful  sound, 

And  welcome,  with  bright  open  face, 

The  broken  heart  to  love's  embrace.! 
The  rock  is  smitten,  and  to  future  years 
Springs  ever  fresh  the  tide  of  holy  tearsj 


*    And  all  this  leafless  and  uncolour'd  scene 
Shall  flush  into  variety  again. 

Cowper. 
t    [  The  idea,  in  this  stanza,  of  the  angels,  who  had  been  wont  to  sing  in 
tune  with  David's  lyre,  offended  by  his  grievous  fall,  but,  on  the  instant  of 
his  penitence,  restored  to  sympathizing  joy,  is  beyond  all  praise.     c;  There  i> 
joy  among  the  angels  of  God  over  one  sinner  that  repenteth."  ] 
t    The  fifty-first  Psalm. 


224  Sixth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

And  holy  music,  whispering  peace 
Till  time  and  sin  together  cease. 

There  drink :  and  when  ye  are  at  rest, 
With  that  free  Spirit  blest, * 

Who  to  the  contrite  can  dispense 

The  princely  heart  of  innocence, 
If  ever,  floating  from  faint  earthly  lyre, 
Was  wafted  to  your  soul  one  high  desire. 

By  all  the  trembling  hope  ye  feel, 

Think  on  the  minstrel  as  ye  kneel  : 

Think  on  the  shame,  that  dreadful  hour 
When  tears  shall  have  no  power, 

Should  his  own  lay  th'  accuser  prove 

Cold,  while  he  kindled  others'  love : 
And  let  your  prayer  for  charity  arise, 
That  his  own  heart  may  hear  his  melodies, 

And  a  true  voice  to  him  may  cry, 

"  Thy  God  forgives — thou  shalt  not  die." 

*  Psalm  li.  12.  "  Uphold  me  with  thy  free  Spirit."  The  original  word 
seems  to  mean  "ingenuous,  princely,  noble."  Read  Bishop  Home's  Para 
phrase  on  the  verse.  [  "  He  prayeth  to  be  continued  in  that  state  of  salva- 
tion, by  the  Spirit  of  God,  which  might  enable  him  to  act  as  became  a  pro^ 
phet  and  a  king,  free  from  base  desires  and  enslaving  lusts."  ] 


Srbrntii  SttnUag  after  SFrfmtt). 

THE  FEAST  IN  THE  WILDERNESS. 

From  whence  can  a  man  satisfy  these  men  with  bread  here  in  the  wilder- 
ness ?     St.  Mark  viii.  4.    [  Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Lord  of  all  power  and  might,  who  art  the  author  and  giver  of 
all  good  things  ;  graft  in  our  hearts  the  love  of  thy  name,  in- 
crease in  us  true  religion,  nourish  us  with  all  goodness,  and  of 
thy  great  mercy  keep  us  in  the  same,  through  Jesus  Christ  our 
Lord.    Amen.'] 

GO  not  away,  thou  weary  soul : 

Heaven  has  in  store  a  precious  dole 
Here  on  Bethsaida's  cold  and  darksome  height, 

Where  over  rocks  and  sands  arise 

Proud  Sirion  in  the  northern  skies, 
And  Tabor's  lonely  peak,  'twixtthee  and  noon-day  light. 

And  far  below,  Gennesaret's  main 
Spreads  many  a  mile  of  liquid  plain,* 

*    [  "  Clear  as  a  crystal  mirror  in  the  beam 
Of  morn,  Tiberias'  lake  expanded  lay, 

s  2 


226  Seventh  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

(Though  all  seem  gather'd  in  one  eager  bound), 
Then  narrowing  cleaves  yon  palmy  lea, 
Towards  that  deep  sulphureous  sea, 

Where  five  proud  cities  lie,  by  one  dire  sentence  drown'd. 

Landscape  of  fear !  yet,  weary  heart, 

Thou  need'st  not  in  thy  gloom  depart, 
Nor  fainting  turn  to  seek  thy  distant  home : 

Sweetly  thy  sickening  throbs  are  ey'd 

By  the  kind  Saviour  at  thy  side ; 
For  healing  and  for  balm  even  now  thine  hour  is  come. 

No  fiery  wing  is  seen  to  glide, 

No  cates  ambrosial  are  supplied, 
But  one  poor  fisher's  rude  and  scanty  store 

Is  all  He  asks  (and  more  than  needs) 

Who  men  and  angels  daily  feeds, 
And  stills  the  wailing  sea-bird  on  the  hungry  shore. 

The  feast  is  o'er,  the  guests  are  gone, 
And  over  all  that  upland  lone 


As  clear  and  smooth :  save  where  old  Jordan's  stream 

Marked  through  that  mirror  clear  his  dimpled  way. 
The  mist  that  spread  a  shadowy  veil,  at  length 

Slow  up  the  mountain's  side  its  skirts  hath  rolled, 
And  see  the  sun,  rejoicing  in  his  strength, 

Now  tip  the  rocks,  now  spread  the  lake  with  gold, 
His  sparkling  rays  on  rich  Bethsaida  fling, 

And  light  Capernaum's  towers,  tall  palms,  and  limpid  spring/' 

Bishop  Mant,  Gospel  Miracles,  p.  47.  1 


Seventh  Sunday  after  Trinity.  VZ1 

The  breeze  of  eve  sweeps  wildly  as  of  old — 
But  far  unlike  the  former  dreams, 
The  heart's  sweet  moonlight  softly  gleams 

Upon  life's  varied  view,  so  joyless  erst  and  cold. 

As  mountain  travellers  in  the  night, 

When  heaven  by  fits  is  dark  and  bright. 
Pause  listening  on  the  silent  heath,  and  hear 

Nor  trampling  hoof  nor  tinkling  bell 

Then  bolder  scale  the  rugged  fell, 
Conscious  the  more  of  One,  ne'er  seen,  yet  ever  near : 

So  when  the  tones  of  rapture  gay 

On  the  lorn  ear  die  quite  away, 
The  lonely  world  seems  lifted  nearer  heaven  : 

Seen  daily,  yet  unmark'd  before, 

Earth's  common  paths  are  strewed  all  o'er 
With  flowers  of  pensive  hope,  the  wreath  of  man  for- 
given. 

The  low  sweet  tones  of  Nature's  lyre 

No  more  on  listless  ears  expire, 
Nor  vainly  smiles  along  the  shady  way 

The  primrose  in  her  vernal  nest, 

Nor  unlamented  sink  to  rest 
Sweet  roses  one  by  one,  nor  autumn  leaves  decay. 

There's  not  a  star  the  heaven  can  show, 
There's  not  a  cottage  hearth  below. 


228  Seventh  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

But  feeds  with  solace  kind  the  willing  soul — 
Men  love  us,  or  they  need  our  love  ; 
Freely  they  own,  or  heedless  prove 

The  curse  of  lawless  hearts,  the  joy  of  self-control. 

Then  rouse  thee  from  desponding  sleep, 

Nor  by  the  wayside  lingering  weep, 
Nor  fear  to  seek  Him  farther  in  the  wild, 

Whose  love  can  turn  earth's  worst  and  least 

Into  a  conqueror's  royal  feast: 
Thou  wilt  not  be  untrue,  thou  shalt  not  be  beguil'd. 


Kfghtli  Suutrag  after  ffrinftfi. 

THE   DISOBEDIENT  PROPHET. 

It  is  the  man  of  God,  who  was  disobedient  to  the  word  of  the  Lord.  1 
Kings  xiii.  26.     [First  Lesson,  Morning  Service,  Church  of  England.] 

[O  God,  whose  never  failing  providence  ordereth  all  things 
both  in  heaven  and  earth ;  we  humbly  beseech  thee  to  put  away 
from  us  all  hurtful  things,  and  to  give  us  those  things  whicli  are 
profitable  for  us,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen] 

PROPHET  of  God,  arise  and  take 
With  thee  the  words  of  wrath  divine, 

The  scourge  of  Heaven,  to  shake 

O'er  yon  apostate  shrine. 


Eighth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  229 

Where  angels  down  the  lucid  stair 
Came  hovering  to  our  sainted  sires, 

Now,  in  the  twilight,  glare 

The  heathen's  wizard  fires. 

Go,  with  thy  voice  the  altar  rend, 
Scatter  the  ashes,  be  the  arm, 

That  idols  would  befriend, 

Shrunk  at  thy  withering  charm. 

Then  turn  thee,  for  thy  time  is  short, 
But  trace  not  o'er  the  former  way, 

Lest  idol  pleasures  court 

Thy  heedless  soul  astray. 

Thou  know'st  how  hard  to  hurry  by, 
Where  on  the  lonely  woodland  road 

Beneath  the  moonlight  sky 

The  festal  warblings  flow'd  ; 

Where  maidens  to  the  Queen  of  Heaven 
Wove  the  gay  dance  round  oak  or  palm, 

Or  breath'd  their  vows  at  even 

In  hymns  as  soft  as  balm. 

Or  thee  perchance  a  darker  spell 
Enthralls  :  the  smooth  stones  of  the  flood, * 


*    Isaiah  Ivii.  G.    Among  the  smooth  stones  of  the  stream  is  Ihy  portion  , 
they,  they  are  thy  lot. 


230  Eighth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

By  mountain  grot  or  fell, 
Pollute  with  infant's  blood; 

The  giant  altar  on  the  rock, 
The  cavern  whence  the  timbrel's  call 
Affrights  the  wandering  flock : — 
Thou  long'st  to  search  them  all. 

Trust  not  the  dangerous  path  again — 
O  forward  step  and  lingering  will ! 

O  lov'd  and  warn'd  in  vain ! 

And  wilt  thou  perish  still  ? 

Thy  message  given,  thine  home  in  sight, 
To  the  forbidden  feast  return  ? 
Yield  to  the  false  delight 
Thy  better  soul  could  spurn  ? 

Alas,  my  brother!  round  thy  tomb 
In  sorrow  kneeling,  and  in  fear, 
We  read  the  Pastor's  doom 
Who  speaks  and  will  not  hear. 

The  grey-hair' d  saint  may  fail  at  last, 
The  surest  guide  a  wanderer  prove ; 
Death  only  binds  us  fast 
To  the  bright  shore  of  love. 


Minilx  ^untraj)  after  ^rimtg, 

ELIJAH  IN  HOREB. 

And  after  the  earthquake  a  fire ;  but  the  Lord  was  not  in  the  fire  :  and 
alter  the  fire,  a  still  small  voice.  1  Kings  xix.  12.  [First  Evening  Lesson, 
Church  of  England.] 


[Grant  to  us,  Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  the  spirit  to  think  and  do 
always  such  things  as  are  right ;  that  we.  who  cannot  do  any  thing 
that  is  good  without  thee,  may  by  thee  be  enabled  to  live  accord- 
ing to  thy  will,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.~\ 

IN  troublous  days  of  anguish  and  rebuke, 
While  sadly  round  them  Israel's  children  look, 

And  their  eyes  fail  for  waiting  on  their  Lord : 
While  underneath  each  awful  arch  of  green, 
On  every  mountain  top,  God's  chosen  scene 

Of  pure  heart-worship,  Baal  is  ador'd  : 

'Tis  well,  true  hearts  should  for  a  time  retire 
To  holy  ground,  in  quiet  to  aspire 

Towards  promis'd  regions  of  ^erener  grace; 


232  Ninth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

On  Horeb,  with  Elijah,  let  us  lie, 
Where  all  around  on  mountain,  sand,  and  sky, 
God's  chariot-wheels  have  left  distinctest  trace : 

There,  if  in  jealousy  and  strong  disdain 
We  to  the  sinner's  God  of  sin  complain, 

Untimely  seeking  here  the  peace  of  heaven — 
*•  It  is  enough,  O  Lord  !  now  let  me  die 
"  Even  as  my  fathers  did :  for  what  am  I 

"  That  I  should  stand,  where  they  have  vainly  stri- 
ven?"— 

Perhaps  our  God  may  of  our  conscience  ask, 

"  What  doest  thou  here,  frail  wanderer  from  thy  task? 

"  Where  hast  thou  left  those  few  sheep  in  the  wild?"* 
Then  should  we  plead  our  heart's  consuming  pain, 
At  sight  of  ruin'd  altars,  prophets  slain, 

And  God's  own  ark  with  blood  of  souls  denTd ; 

He  on  the  rock  may  bid  us  stand,  and  see 
The  outskirts  of  his  march  of  mystery, 

His  endless  warfare  with  man's  wilful  heart ; 
First,  His  great  Power  He  to  the  sinner  shows, 
Lo  !  at  His  angry  blast  the  rocks  unclose, 

And  to  their  base  the  trembling  mountains  part : 

Yet  the  Lord  is  not  here  :  'tis  not  by  Power 
He  will  be  known — but  darker  tempests  lower ; 

*    1  Sam.  xvii.  28. 


Ninth  Sunday  a'ter  Trinity.  233 

Still,  sullen  heavings  vex  the  labouring  ground : 
Perhaps  His  Presence  thro'  all  depth  and  height, 
Best  of  all  gems,  that  deck  his  crown  of  light, 

The  haughty  eye  may  dazzle  and  confound. 

God  is  not  in  the  earthquake  ;  but  behold 
From  Sinai's  caves  are  bursting,  as  of  old, 

The  flames  of  his  consuming  jealous  ire. 
Woe  to  the  sinner,  should  stern  justice  prove 
His  chosen  attribute  ; — but  he  in  love 

Hastes  to  proclaim,  "  God  is  not  in  the  fire." 

The  storm  is  o'er — and  hark  !  a  still  small  voice 
Steals  on  the  ear,  to  say,  Jehovah's  choice 

Is  ever  with  the  soft,  meek,  tender  soul : 
By  soft,  meek,  tender  ways  He  loves  to  draw* 
The  sinner,  startled  by  his  ways  of  awe  : 

Here  is  our  Lord,  and  not  where  thunders  roll. 

Back  then,  complainer  ;  loath  thy  life  no  more, 
Nor  deem  thyself  upon  a  desert  shore, 

Because  the  rocks  the  nearer  prospect  close. 
Yet  in  fallen  Israel  are  their  hearts  and  eyest 

*  [  Beautifully  descriptive  of  the  Saviour's  way  of  drawing  sinners  unto 
him.  "  He  shall  not  strive  nor  cry,  neither  shall  any  man  hear  his  voice  in 
the  street.  A  bruised  reed  shall  he  not  break,  and  smoking  flax  shall  he  not 
quench."    St.  Matthew  xii.  20.  ] 

t  [  "  Yet  I  have  left  me  seven  thousand  in  Israel,  all  the  knees  which 
have  not  bowed  unto  Baal,  and  every  mouth  which  hath  not  kissed  him." 
1  Kings  xix.  18.  ] 

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234  Ninth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

That  day  by  day  in  prayer  like  thine  arise  : 

Thou  know'st  them  not,  but  their  Creator  knows.* 


"  But  even  unto  this  day,  when  Moses  is  read,  the  vail  is  upon  their  heart. 
Nevertheless,  when  it  shall  turn  to  the  Lord,  the  vail  shall  be  taken  away." 
St.  Paul. 

I  saw  them  in  their  synagogue,  as  in  their  ancient  day, 
And  never  from  my  memory  the  scene  will  fade  away, 
For  dazzling  on  my  vision  still,  the  latticed  galleries  shine 
With  Israel's  loveliest  daughters,  in  their  beauty  half  divine  ! 

It  is  the  holy  Sabbath  eve, — the  solitary  light 

Sheds,  mingled  with  the  hues  of  day,  a  lustre  nothing  bright  j 

On  swarthy  brow  and  piercing  glance  it  falls  with  saddening  tinge, 

And  dimly  gilds  the  Pharisee's  phylacteries  and  fringe. 

The  two  leaved  doors  slide  slow  apart  before  the  eastern  screen, 
As  rise  the  Hebrew  harmonies,  with  chanted  prayers  between, 
And  mid  the  tissued  vails  disclosed,  of  many  a  gorgeous  dye, 
Enveloped  in  their  jewelled  scarfs,  the  sacred  records  lie. 

Robed  in  his  sacerdotal  vest,  a  silvery  headed  man 
With  voice  of  solemn  cadence  o'er  the  backward  letters  ran, 
And  often  yet  methinks  I  see  the  glow  and  power  that  sate 
Upon  his  face,  as  forth  he  spread  the  roll  immaculate. 

And  fervently  that  hour  I  prayed,  that  from  the  mighty  scroll, 
Its  light,  in  burning  characters,  might  break  on  every  soul, 
That  on  their  hardened  hearts  the  vail  might  be  no  longer  dark, 
But  be  for  ever  rent  in  twain  like  that  before  the  ark. 

For  yet  the  tenfold  film  shall  fall,  O  Judah  !  from  thy  sight, 
And  every  eye  be  purged  to  read  thy  testimonies  right, 
When  thou,  with  all  Messiah's  signs  in  Christ  distinctly  seen, 
Shall,  by  Jehovah's  nameless  name,  invoke  the  Nazarene. 

Rev.  William  Crosiccll.  ] 


Ninth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  2H 

Go,  to  the  world  return,  nor  fear  to  cast 
Thy  bread  upon  the  waters,  sure  at  last* 

In  joy  to  find  it  after  many  days. 
The  work  be  thine,  the  fruit  thy  children's  part : 
Choose  to  believe,  not  see  :  sight  tempts  the  heart 

From  sober  walking  in  true  Gospel  ways. 


Eznth  Smrtras  after  Eriuttg. 

CHRIST  WEEPING  OVER  JERUSALEM. 

And  when  He  was  come  near,  He  beheld  the  city,  and  wept  over  it.    St. 
Lukezix.4l.    [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Let  thy  merciful  ears,  O  Lord,  be  open  to  the  prayers  of  thy 
humble  servants  ;  and  that  they  may  obtain  their  petitions,  make 
them  to  ask  such  things  as  shall  please  thee,  through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Lord.    Amen.] 

WHY  doth  my  Saviour  weep 

At  sight  of  Sion's  bowers  ? 
Shows  it  not  fair  from  yonder  steep, 

Her  gorgeous  crown  of  towers  ? 
Mark  well  his  holy  pains  : 

'Tis  not  in  pride  or  scorn, 

*    Eccles.  xi.  1. 


236  Tenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

That  Israel's  King  with  sorrow  stains 
His  own  triumphal  morn. 

It  is  not  that  his  soul 

Is  wandering  sadly  on, 
In  thought  how  soon  at  death's  dark  goal 

Their  course  will  all  be  run, 
Who  now  are  shouting  round 

Hosanna  to  their  chief; 
No  thought  like  this  in  Him  is  found, 

This  were  a  Conqueror's  grief.* 

Or  doth  he  feel  the  Cross 

Already  in  his  heart, 
The  pain,  the  shame,  the  scorn,  the  loss  ? 

Feel  even  his  God  depart  ? 
No :  though  he  knew  full  well 

The  grief  that  then  shall  be — 
The  grief  that  angels  cannot  tell — 

Our  God  in  agony. 

It  is  not  thus  he  mourns ; 

Such  might  be  Martyr's  tears, 


*  Compare  Herod,  vii.  46.  [  "  When  he  (Xerxes)  saw  the  Hellespont  cov- 
ered with  ships,  and  the  whole  shore  and  plains  of  Abydos  filled  with  soldiers, 
he  at  first  congratulated  himself,  on  his  good  fortune ;  but  soon  after,  he  shed 
tears."—"  When  I  reflect,"  says  he,  "on  the  shortness  of  human  life,  and 
that  of  so  many  myriads  of  men,  not  one  will  remain  one  hundred  years,  I 
am  overwhelmed  with  grief." — Strange  inconsistency  in  one  who  was  hur- 
rying thousands  of  them  to  an  untimely  death !    But  such  is  man.  ] 


Tenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  237 

When  his  last  lingering  look  he  turns 

On  human  hopes  and  fears  ; 
But  hero  ne'er  or  saint 

The  secret  load  might  know, 
With  which  His  spirit  waxeth  taint ; 

His  is  a  Saviour's  woe. 

"  If  thou  hadst  known,  even  thou, 

"  At  least  in  this  thy  day, 
"  The  message  of  thy  peace !  but  now 

"  'Tis  pass'd  for  aye  away  : 
"Now foes  shall  trench  thee  round, 

"  And  lay  thee  even  with  earth, 
"And  dash  thy  children  to  the  ground, 

"  Thy  glory  and  thy  mirth." 

And  doth  the  Saviour  weep 

Over  his  people's  sin, 
Because  we  will  not  let  him  keep 

The  souls  He  died  to  win  ? 
Ye  hearts,  that  love  the  Lord, 

If  at  this  sight  ye  burn, 
See  that  in  thought,  in  deed,  in  word, 

Ye  hate  what  made  Him  mourn. 


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Eleventh  Sturtrag  after  JSTrfuftg* 

GEHAZI REPROVED. 

Is  it  a  time  to  receive  money,  and  to  receive  garments,  and  olive  yards,  and 
vineyards,  and  sheep,  and  oxen,  and  men  servants,  and  maid  servants  ?    2" 
Kings  v.  26.    [First  Morning  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 


[O  God,  who  declarest  thy  Almighty  power  chiefly  in  showing 
mercy  and  pity  ;  mercifully  grant  unto  us  such  a  measure  of  thy 
grace,  that  we,  running  the  way  of  thy  commandments,  may  ob- 
tain thy  gracious  promises,  and  be  made  partakers  of  thy  hea- 
venly treasure,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.] 

IS  this  a  time  to  plant  and  build, 
Add  house  to  house,  and  field  to  field, 
When  round  our  walls  the  battle  lowers, 
When  mines  are  hid  beneath  our  towers, 
And  watchful  foes  are  stealing  round 
To  search  and  spoil  the  holy  ground  ? 

Is  this  a  time  for  moonlight  dreams 
Of  love  and  home  by  mazy  streams, 
For  Fancy  with  her  shadowy  toys, 
Aerial  hopes  and  pensive  joys, 


Eleventh  Sunday  after  Trinity.  239 

While  souls  are  wandering  far  and  wide, 
And  curses  swarm  on  every  side  ? 

No — rather  steel  thy  melting  heart 
To  act  the  martyr's  sternest  part, 
To  watch,  with  firm  unshrinking  eye, 
Thy  darling  visions  as  they  die, 
Till  all  bright  hopes,  and  hues  of  day 
Have  faded  into  twilight  gray. 

Yes — let  them  pass  without  a  sigh, 

And  if  the  world  seem  dull  and  dry, 

If  long  and  sad  thy  lonely  hours, 

And  winds  have  rent  thy  sheltering  bowers, 

Bethink  thee- what  thou  art,  and  where, 

A  sinner  in  a  life  of  care. 

The  fire  of  God  is  soon  to  fall 
(Thou  know'st  it)  on  this  earthly  ball ; 
Full  many  a  soul,  the  price  of  blood, 
Mark'd  by  th'  Almighty's  hand  for  good, 
To  utter  death  that  hour  shall  sweep— 
And  will  the  Saints  in  Heaven  dare  weep  ? 

Then  in  his  wrath  shall  God  uproot 
The  trees  He  set,  for  lack  of  fruit, 
And  drown  in  rude  tempestuous  blaze 
The  towers  His  hand  had  deign'd  to  raise ; 
In  silence,  ere  that  storm  begin, 
Count  o'er  His  mercies  and  thy  sin. 


240  Eleventh  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Pray  only  that  thine  aching  heart, 
From  visions  vain  content  to  part, 
Strong  for  love's  sake  its  woe  to  hide 
May  cheerful  wait  the  cross  beside, 
Too  happy,  if  that  dreadful  day, 
Thy  life  be  given  thee  for  a  prey.* 

Snatch'd  sudden  from  th'  avenging  rod, 
Safe  in  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
How  wilt  thou  then  look  back,  and  smile 
On  thoughts  that  bitterest  seem'd  erewhile, 
And  bless  the  pangs  that  made  thee  see, 
This  was  no  world  of  rest  for  thee ! 

*  Jeremiah  xlv. 4,  5.  The  Lord  saith  thus:  Behold,  that  which  I  have 
built  will  I  break  down,  and  that  which  I  have  planted  I  will  pluck  up,  even 
this  whole  land.  And  seekest  thou  great  things  for  thyself?  seek  them  not, 
for,  behold,  I  will  bring  evil  upon  all  flesh,  saith  the  Lord  j  but  thy  life  will  I 
stive  unto  thee  for  a  prey  in  all  piaces  whither  thou  goest. 


rtortttft  Suutrag  after  Critiftg. 


THE  DEAF  AND  DUMB. 


And  looking  up  to  Heaven,  He  sighed,  and  saith  unto  him,  Ephphatha, 
that  is,  Be  opened.    St.  Mark  vii.  34.    [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  who  art  always  more  ready  to 
hear  than  we  to  pray,  and  art  wont  to  give  more  than  either  we 
desire  or  deserve  j  pour  down  upon  us  the  abundance  of  thy 
mercy,  forgiving  us  those  things  whereof  our  conscience  is  afraid, 
and  giving  us  those  good  things  which  we  are  not  worthy  to  ask. 
but  through  the  merits  and  mediation  of  Jesus  Christ  thy  Son  our 
Lord.    Amen.] 

THE  Son  of  God  in  doing  good 

Was  fain  to  look  to  heaven  and  sigh : 

And  shall  the  heirs  of  sinful  blood 
Seek  joy  unmix' d  in  charity  ? 

God  will  not  let  Love's  work  impart 

Full  solace,  lest  it  steal  the  heart ; 

Be  thou  content  in  tears  to  sow, 

Blessing,  like  Jesus,  in  thy  woe. 


242  Twelfth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

He  look'd  to  heaven,  and  sadly  sigh'd — 
What  saw  my  gracious  Saviour  there, 
With  fear  and  anguish  to  divide 

The  joy  of  Heaven-accepted  prayer! 
So  o'er  the  bed  where  Lazarus  slept 
He  to  his  Father  groan'd  and  wept : 
What  saw  he  mournful  in  that  grave, 
Knowing  himself  so  strong  to  save  ? 

O'erwhelming  thoughts  of  pain  and  grief 

Over  his  sinking  spirit  sweep  ; — 
"  What  boots  it  gathering  one  lost  leaf 
"  Out  of  yon  sere  and  wither' d  heap, 
"  Where  souls  and  bodies,  hopes  and  joys, 
"  All  that  earth  owns  or  sin  destroys, 
"  Under  the  spurning  hoof  are  cast, 
"  Or  tossing  in  the  autumnal  blast  ?"    ' 

The  deaf  may  hear  the  Saviour's  voice, 

The  fetter' d  tongue  its  chain  may  break ; 
But  the  deaf  heart,  the  dumb  by  choice, 
The  laggard  soul,  that  will  not  wake, 
The  guilt  that  scorns  to  be  forgiven ; — 
These  baffle  e'en  the  spells  of  heaven; 
In  thought  of  these,  his  brows  benign 
Not  even  in  healing  cloudless  shine. 

No  eye  but  His  might  ever  bear 
To  gaze  all  down  that  drear  abyss, 


Twelfth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  243 

Because  none  never  saw  so  clear 

The  shore  of  endless  bliss  : 
The  giddy  waves  so  restless  hurl'd, 
The  vex'd  pulse  of  this  feverish  world, 
He  views  and  counts  with  steady  sight 
Used  to  behold  the  Infinite. 

But  that  in  such  communion  high 

He  hath  a  fount  of  strength  within, 
Sure  His  meek  heart  would  break  and  die, 

O'erburthen'd  by  his  brethren's  sin  ; 
Weak  eyes  on  darkness  dare  not  gaze, 
It  dazzles  like  the  noon-day  blaze  ; 
But  He  who  sees  God's  face  may  brook 
On  the  true  face  of  Sin  to  look. 

What  then  shall  wretched  sinners  do, 

When  in  their  last,  their  hopeless  day, 
Sin,  as  it  is,  shall  meet  their  view, 
God  turn  his  face  for  aye  away  ? 
Lord  by  thy  sad  and  earnest  eye, 
When  Thou  didst  look  to  heaven  and  sigh ; 
Thy  voice,  that  with  a  word  could  chase 
The  dumb,  deaf  spirit  from  his  place  ; 

As  thou  hast  touch'd  our  ears,  and  taught 
Our  tongues  to  speak  thy  praises  plain, 

Quell  thou  each  thankless,  godless  thought 
That  would  make  fast  our  bonds  again. 


244  Twelfth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

From  worldly  strife,  from  mirth  unblest, 
Drowning  thy  music  in  the  breast, 
From  foul  reproach,  from  thrilling  fears, 
Preserve,  good  Lord,  thy  servants'  ears. 

From  idle  words,  that  restless  throng, 

And  haunt  our  hearts  when  we  would  pray, 
From  pride's  false  chime,  and  jarring  wrong 

Seal  Thou  my  lips,  and  guard  the  way  : 
Fgr  Thou  hast  sworn,  that  every  ear, 
Willing  or  loth,  thy  trump  shall  hear, 
And  every  tongue  unchained  be 
To  own  no  hope,  no  God,  but  Thee. 


JEfurteentit  Stnrtrag  after  Ctfnfts. 

MOSES  ON  THE  MOUNT. 

And  he  turned  him  unto  his  disciples,  and  said  privately,  Blessed  are  the 
eyes  which  see  the  things  that  ye  see :  for  I  tell  you,  that  many  prophets  and 
kings  have  desired  to  see  those  things  which  ye  see,  and  have  not  seen  them: 
and  to  hear  those  things  which  ye  hear,  and  have  not  heard  them.  St. 
L  uke  x.  23,  24.     [  Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Almighty  and  merciful  God,  of  whose  only  gift  it  cometh  that 
thy  faithful  people  do  unto  thee  true  and  laudable  service  ;  grant, 
we  beseech  thee,  that  we  may  so  faithfully  serve  thee  in  this  life, 
that  we  fail  not  finally  to  attain  thy  heavenly  promises,  through 
the  merits  of  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.] 

ON  Sinai's  top,  in  prayer  and  trance, 

Full  forty  nights  and  forty  days 
The  Prophet  watch'd  for  one  dear  glance 

Of  Thee  and  of  thy  ways  : 

Fasting  he  watch'd  and  all  alone, 

Wrapt  in  a  still,  dark,  solid  cloud, 
The  curtain  of  the  Holy  One 

Drawn  round  him  like  a  shroud : 
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246  Thirteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

So,  separate  from  the  world,  his  breast 

Might  duly  take  and  strongly  keep 
The  print  of  Heaven,  to  be  express'd 

Ere  long  on  Sion's  steep.* 

There  one  by  one  his  spirit  saw 

Of  things  divine  the  shadows  bright, 
The  pageant  of  God's  perfect  law  ; 

Yet  felt  not  full  delight. 

Through  gold  and  gems,  a  dazzling  maze, 

From  veil  to  veil  the  vision  led, 
And  ended,  where  unearthly  rays 

From  o'er  the  Ark  were  shed. 

Yet  not  that  gorgeous  place,  nor  aught 

Of  human  or  angelic  frame, 
Could  half  appease  his  craving  thought ;  . 

The  void  was  still  the  same. 

"  Show  me  thy  glory,  gracious  Lord! 

"  'Tis  Thee,"  he  cries,  "  not  thine,  I  seek."t— 
Nay,  start  not  at  so  bold  a  word 

From  man,  frail  worm  and  weak : 

The  spark  of  his  first  deathless  fire 
Yet  buoys  him  up,  and  high  above 

*    See  that  thou  make  all  things  according  to  the  pattern  showed  to  thee 
in  the  mount.    Hebrews  viii.  5. 
f    Exodus  xxxiii.  18. 


Thirteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  247 

The  holiest  creature,  dares  aspire 
To  the  Creator's  love. 

The  eye  in  smiles  may  wander  round, 
Caught  by  earth's  shadows  as  they  fleet ; 

But  for  the  soul  no  help  is  found, 
Save  Him  who  made  it,  meet. 

Spite  of  yourselves,  ye  witness  this,* 

Who  blindly  self  or  sense  adore  ; 
Else  wherefore  leaving  your  own  bliss 

Still  restless  ask  ye  more  ? 

This  witness  bore  the  saints  of  old 
When  highest  rapt  and  favour'd  most, 

Still  seeking  precious  things  untold, 
Not  in  fruition  lost. 


*  Pensees  de  Pascal,  part  1,  art.  viii.  [  "  Considerons  le  maintenant  a 
l'egard  de  la  felicite  qu'il  recherche  avec  tant  d'ardeur  en  toutes  ses  actions. 
Car  tous  les  hommes  desirent  d'etre  heureux ;  cela  est  sans  exception. 
Quelques  differents  moyens  qu'ils  y  emploient,  ils  tendent  tous  a  ce  but. 
Ce  qui  fait  que  Pun  va  a. la  guerre,  et  que  l'autre  n'y  va  pas  ;  c'est  ce  meme 
desir  qui  est  dans  tous  les  deux,  accompagne  de  differentes  vues.  I*a  vo- 
lonte  ne  fait  jamais  la  moindre  demarche  que  vers  cet  objet.  C'est  le  motif 
de  toutes  les  actions  de  tous  les  hommes,  jusqu'  a  ceux  qui  se  tuent  et  qui  se 
pendent. 

"  Et  ce  pendant  depuis  un  de  grand  nombre  d'annees.  jamais  personiie, 
sans  la  foi,  n'est  arrive  a  ce  point,  ou  tous  tendent  continuellement.  Tous 
se  plaignent,  Principe s,  Sujets;  nobles,  roturiers ;  vieillards,  jeunes  ;  forts, 
foibles;  savants,  ignorants ;  sains,  malades  ;  de  tout  pays,  de  tout  temps. 
de  tous  ages,  et  de  toutes  conditions."  ] 


248  Tliirteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Canaan  was  theirs,  and  in  it  all 

The  proudest  hope  of  kings  dare  claim ; 

Sion  was  theirs  ;  and  at  their  call 
Fire  from  Jehovah  came. 

Yet  monarchs  walk'd  as  pilgrims  still 

In  their  own  land,  earth's  pride  and  grace ; 

And  seers  would  mourn  on  Sion's  hill 
Their  Lord's  averted  face. 

Vainly  they  tried  the  deeps  to  sound 
Even  of  their  own  prophetic  thought, 

When  of  Christ  crucified  and  crown'd 
His  Spirit  in  them  taught : 

But  He  their  aching  gaze  repress'd, 
Which  sought  behind  the  veil  to  see, 

For  not  without  us  fully  bless'd* 
Or  perfect  might  they  be. 

The  rays  of  the  Almighty's  face 

No  sinner's  eye  might  then  receive  ; 
1  Only  the  meekest  man  found  gracet 
To  see  his  skirts  and  live. 

But  we  as  in  a  glass  espy 

The  glory  of  His  countenance, 


*    Hebrews  xi.  40.    That  they  without  us  should  not  be  made  perfect, 
f    Exodus  xxxiii.  20—23. 


Thirteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  249 

Not  in  a  whirlwind  hurrying  by 
The  too  presumptuous  glance, 

But  with  mild  radiance  every  hour, 

From  our  dear  Saviour's  face  benign 
Bent  on  us  with  transforming  power, 

Till  we,  too,  faintly  shine. 

Sprinkled  with  His  atoning  blood 

Safely  before  our  God  we  stand, 
As  on  the  rock  the  Prophet  stood, 

Beneath  his  shadowing  hand. — 

Bless'd  eyes,  which  see  the  things  we  see  ! 

And  yet  this  tree  of  life  hath  prov'd 
To  many  a  soul  a  poison  tree, 

Beheld,  and  not  belov'd. 

So  like  an  angel's  is  our  bliss 

(Oh  !  thought  to  comfort  and  appal) 
It  needs  must  bring,  if  us'd  amiss, 

An  angel's  hopeless  fall. 


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iFourteeutfi  Suntrag  after  Srtuitg- 


THE  TEN  LEPERS. 


And  Jesus  answering  said,  Were  there  not  ten  cleansed  ?  but  where  are 
the  nine  ?  There  are  not  found  that  returned  to  give  glory  to  God,  save  this 
stranger.    St.  Luke  xvii.  17,  18.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  give  unto  us  the  increase  or 
faith,  hope  and  charity  \  and  that  we  may  obtain  that  which  thou 
dost  promise,  make  us  to  love  that  which  thou  dost  command, 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.] 

TEN  cleans'd,  and  only  one  remain ! 
Who  would  have  thought  our  nature's  stain 
Was  dyed  so  foul,  so  deep  in  grain  ? 

Even  He  who  reads  the  heart, — 
Knows  what  He  gave  and  what  we  lost, 
Sin's  forfeit,  and  redemption's  cost, — 
By  a  short  pang  of  wonder  cross'd 

Seems  at  the  sight  to  start : 

Yet  'twas  not  wonder,  but  His  love 
Our  wavering  spirits  would  reprove, 


Fourteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity,  251 

That  heaven-ward  seem  so  free  to  move 

When  earth  can  yield  no  more  : 
Then  from  afar  on  God  we  cry ; 
But  should  the  mist  of  woe  roll  by, 
Not  showers  across  an  April  sky 

Drift,  when  the  storm  is  o'er, 

Faster  than  those  false  drops  and  few 
Fleet  from  the  heart,  a  worthless  dew. 
What  sadder  scene  can  angels  view 

Than  self-deceiving  tears, 
Pour'd  idly  over  some  dark  page 
Of  earlier  life,  though  pride  or  rage 
The  record  of  to-day  engage, 

A  woe  for  future  years  ? 

Spirits,  that  round  the  sick  man's  bed 
Watch'd,  noting  down  each  prayer  he  made, 
Were  your  unerring  roll  display'd, 

His  pride  of  health  to'  abase  ; 
Or,  when  soft  showers  in  season  fall 
Answering  a  famish'd  nation's  call, 
Should  unseen  fingers  on  the  wall 

Our  vows  forgotten  trace  ; 

How  should  we  gaze  in  trance  of  fear ! 
Yet  shines  the  light  as  thrilling  clear 
From  heaven  upon  that  scroll  severe, 
"  Ten  cleans' d  and  one  remain  !" 


252  Fourteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Nor  surer  would  the  blessing  prove 
Of  humbled  hearts,  that  own  thy  love, 
Should  choral  welcome  from  above 
Visit  our  senses  plain  : 

Than  by  Thy  placid  voice  and  brow, 
With  healing  first,  with  comfort  now, 
Turn'd  upon  him,  who  hastes  to  bow 

Before  Thee,  heart  and  knee  ; 
"  Oh  !  thou,  who  only  would'st  be  blest, 
"  On  thee  alone  my  blessing  rest ! 
M  Rise,  go  thy  way  in  peace,  possess'd 

"  For  evermore  of  me." 


JFittnnth  Stwtrag  after  Evinity. 

THE  FLOWERS  OF  THE  FIELD. 

Consider  the  lilies  of  the  field,  how  they  grow.    St.  Matt.  vi.  28.    [Gospel 
for  the  day.] 


[Keep,  we  beseech  thee,  O  Lord,  thy  Church  with  thy  per- 
petual mercy  :  and  because  the  frailty  of  man  without  thee  can- 
not but  fall,  keep  us  ever  by  thy  help  from  all  things  hurtful,  and 
lead  us  to  all  things  profitable  to  our  salvation,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.] 

SWEET  nurslings  of  the  vernal  skies, 
Bath'd  in  soft  airs,  and  fed  with  dew, 

What  more  than  magic  in  you  lies, 
To  fill  the  heart's  fond  view  ? 

In  childhood's  sports,  companions  gay, * 

In  sorrow,  on  Life's  downward  way, 

*  [  "  Look  at  a  little  child  on  the  meadow,  no  matter  though  it  has  been 
born  in  the  very  heart  of  a  city,  and  seen  nothing  but  brick  walls,  and 
crowds,  and  rolling  carriages,  and  pavements,  and  dust;  let  it  once  get  it> 
feet  upon  the  sward,  and  it  will  toss  away  the  most  costly  playthings,  and 
never  gather  enough  of  the  butter-cups,  and  daisies,  and  other  wild  flowers 
which  prank  the  sod.    And  if  it  shall  start  a  little  bird,  which  bounce?  on- 


254  Fifteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

How  soothing !  in  our  last  decay 
Memorials  prompt  and  true. 

Relics  ye  are  of  Eden's  bowers, 

As  pure,  as  fragrant,  and  as  fair, 
As  when  ye  crown'd  the  sunshine  hours 

Of  happy  wanderers  there. 
Fall' n  all  beside — the  world  of  life, 
How  is  it  stain'd  with  fear  and  strife ! 
In  Reason's  world  what  storms  are  rife, 

What  passions  range  and  glare ! 

But  cheerful  and  unchang'd  the  while 
Your  first  and  perfect  form  ye  show, 

The  same  that  won  Eve's  matron  smile 
In  the  world's  opening  glow. 

The  stars  of  Heaven  a  course  are  taught 

Too  high  above  our  human  thought;— * 

Ye  may  be  found  if  ye  are  sought, 
And  as  we  gaze,  we  know. 

Ye  dwell  beside  our  paths  and  homes, 
Our  paths  of  sin,  our  homes  of  sorrow, 

ward  with  easy  wing,  as  if  it  were  leaping  from  portion  to  portion  of  the 
sightless  air,  how  it  will  stretch  its  little  hands,  and  shout,  and  hurry  on  to 
catch  the  living  treasure,  which,  in  its  young,  but  perfectly  natural  estima- 
tion, is  of  more  value  than  the  wealth  of  the  world.  And  if  the  bird  perches 
on  the  hedge  or  the  tree,  and  sings  its  sweet  song  of  security,  the  little  fin- 
ger will  at  once  be  held  up  by  the  little  ear,  and  the  other  hand  will  be  ex- 
tended with  the  palm  backwards,  as  if  a  sign  were  given  by  nature  herself 
for  the  world  to  listen  and  admire."    Mudie's  Observation  of  Nature,  p.  35.  ] 


Fifteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  255 

And  guilty  man,  where'er  he  roams, 

Your  innocent  mirth  may  borrow. 
The  birds  of  air  before  us  fleet, 
They  cannot  brook  our  shame  to  meet — 
But  we  may  taste  your  solace  sweet 

And  come  again  to-morrow. 

Ye  fearless  in  your  nests  abide — 
Nor  may  we  scorn,  too  proudly  wise, 

Your  silent  lessons,  undescried 
By  all  but  lowly  eyes  : 

For  ye  could  draw  th'  admiring  gaze 

Of  Him  who  worlds  and  hearts  surveys  : 

Your  order  wild,  your  fragrant  maze, 
He  taught  us  how  to  prize. 

Ye  felt  your  Maker's  smile  that  hour, 

As  when  He  paus'd  and  own'd  you  good; 

His  blessing  on  earth's  primal  bower, 
Ye  felt  it  all  renew'd. 

What  care  ye  now,  if  winter's  storm 

Sweep  ruthless  o'er  each  silken  form? 

Christ's  blessing  at  your  heart  is  warm, 
Ye  fear  no  vexing  mood. 

Alas !  of  thousand  bosoms  kind, 

That  daily  court  you  and  caress, 
How  few  the  happy  secret  find 

Of  your  calm  loveliness ! 


256  Fifteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

"  Live  for  to-day !  to-morrow's  light 
"  To-morrow's  cares  shall  bring  to  sight, 
"  Go  sleep  like  closing  flowers  at  night, 
"  And  Heaven  thy  morn  will  bless." 


Stpteenth  Suntrag  after  Erfmtg- 


HOPE  IS  BETTER  THAN  EASE. 


f  desire  that  ye  faint  not  at  my  tribulations  for  you,  which  is  your  glory. 
Ephesians  iii.  13,    [Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[O  Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  let  thy  continual  pity  cleanse  and 
defend  thy  Church;  and  because  it  cannot  continue  in  safety 
without  thy  succour,  preserve  it  evermore  by  thy  help  and  good- 
ness, through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    AmenJ] 

WISH  not,  dear  friends,  my  pain  away — 
Wish  me  a  wise  and  thankful  heart, 

With  God,  in  all  my  griefs,  to  stay, 
Nor  from  His  lov'd  correction  start. 


The  dearest  offering  He  can  crave 
His  portion  in  our  souls  to  prove, 

What  is  it  to  the  gift  He  gave, 
The  only  Son  of  His  dear  love  ? 


Sixteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  257 

But  we,  like  vex'd  unquiet  sprights, 
Will  still  be  hovering  o'er  the  tomb, 

Where  buried  lie  our  vain  delights, 
Nor  sweetly  take  a  sinner's  doom. 

In  Life's  long  sickness  evermore 
Our  thoughts  are  tossing  to  and  fro : 

We  change  our  posture  o'er  and  o'er, 
But  cannot  rest,  nor  cheat  our  woe. 

Were  it  not  better  to  lie  still, 

Let  Him  strike  home,  and  bless  the  rod  ; 
Never  so  safe  as  when  our  will 

Yields  undiscern'd  by  all  but  God?* 

Thy  precious  things,  whate'er  they  be 
That  haunt  and  vex  thee,  heart  and  brain, 


*  [  "  Content  can  never  dwell  but  in  a  meek  and  quiet  soul.  And  this 
may  appear,  if  we  consider  what  our  Saviour  says  in  St.  Matthew's  gospel: 
for  there  he  says,  ■  Blessed  are  the  merciful,  for  they  shall  obtain  mercy : 
blessed  be  the  pure  in  heart,  for  they  shall  see  God  :  blessed  be  the  poor  in 
spirit,  for  theirs  is  the  kingdom  of  God  :  and  blessed  are  the  meek,  for  they 
shall  possess  the  earth.'  Not  that  the  meek  shall  not  also  obtain  mercy,  and 
see  God,  and  be  comforted,  and  at  last  come  to  the  kingdom  of  heaven  ;  but, 
in  the  mean  time,  he,  and  he  only,  possesses  the  earth  as  he  goes  towards 
that  kingdom  of  heaven,  by  being  humble,  and  cheerful,  and  content  with 
what  his  good  God  has  allotted  him.  He  has  no  turbulent,  repining,  vexa- 
tious thoughts,  that  he  deserves  better ;  nor  is  vexed  when  he  sees  others 
possessed  of  more  honour  or  more  riches  than  his  wise  God  has  allotted  for 
his  share  ;  but  he  possesses  what  he  has  with  a  meek  and  contented  quiet- 
ness, such  a  quietness  as  makes  his  very  dreams  pleasing  both  to  God  and 
himself."     Isaac  Walton's  Complete  Angler.  ] 

V 


258  Sixteenth  Sunday  aftzir Trinity. 

Look  to  the  Cross,  and  thou  shalt  see 
How  thou  may' st  turn  them  all  to  gain. 

Lovest  thou  praise  ?  the  Cross  is  shame : 
Or  ease !  the  Cross  is  bitter  grief: 

More  pangs  than  tongue  or  heart  can  frame 
Were  suffer' d  there  without  relief. 

We  of  that  altar  would  partake, 
But  cannot  quit  the  cost — no  throne 

Is  ours,  to  leave  for  Thy  dear  sake — 
We  can  not  do  as  Thou  hast  done. 

We  can  not  part  with  Heaven  for  Thee — 
Yet  guide  us  in  thy  track  of  love : 

Let  us  gaze  on  where  light  should  be, 
Though  not  a  beam  the  clouds  remove. 

So  wanderers  ever  fond  and  true 

Look  homeward  through  the  evening  sky. 

Without  a  streak  of  Heaven's  soft  blue 
To  aid  Affection's  dreaming  eye. 

The  wanderer  seeks  his  native  bower. 

And  we  will  look  and  long  for  Thee, 
And  thank  Thee  for  each  trying  hour, 

Wishing,  not  struggling,  to  be  free. 


Sc&euteeutli  Stwtiag  after  Crfnitg. 


EZEKIEL  S  VISION  IN  THE  TEMPLE. 


Every  man  of  the  house  of  Israel  that  setteth  up  his  idols  in  his  heart,  an4 
putteth  the  stumbling-block  of  his  iniquity  before  his  face,  and  cometh  to  th^ 
Prophet,  I  the  Lord  will  answer  him  according  to  the  multitude  of  his  idols. 
Ezekiel  xiv.  4.     [First  Morning  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 


[Lord,  we  pray  thee,  that  thy  grace  may  always  prevent  and 
follow  us;  and  make  us  continually  to  be  given  to  all  good  works, 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.'] 

STATELY  thy  walls,  and  holy  are  the  prayers, 
Which  day  and  night  before  thine  altars  rise ; 

Not  statelier,  towering  o'er  her  marble  stairs, 
Flash' d  Sion's  gilded  dome  to  summer  skies, 

Not  holier,  while  around  him  angels  bow'd, 

From  Aaron's  censer  steam'd  the  spicy  cloud, 

Before  the  mercy-seat.     O  Mother  dear, 
Wilt  thou  forgive  thy  son  one  boding  sigh  ? 

Forgive,  if  round  thy  towers  he  walk  in  fear, 
And  tell  thy  jewels  o'er  with  jealous  eye  ? 


260  Seventeenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Mindful  of  that  sad  vision,  which  in  thought* 
From  Chebar's  plains  the  captive  prophet  brought 

To  see  lost  Sion's  shame.     'Twas  morning  prime, 
And  like  a  Queen  new  seated  on  her  throne, 

God's  crowned  mountain,  as  in  happier  time, 
Seem'd  to  rejoice  in  sunshine  all  her  own; 

So  bright,  while  all  in  shade  around  her  lay, 

Her  northern  pinnacles  had  caught  th'  emerging  ray, 

The  dazzling  lines  of  her  majestic  roof 

Cross'd  with  as  free  a  span  the  vault  of  Heaven, 

As  when  twelve  tribes  knelt  silently  aloof, 
Ere  God  his  answer  to  their  king  had  given,t 

Ere  yet  upon  the  new-built  altar  fell 

The  glory  of  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  Israel. 

All  seems  the  same :  but  enter  in  and  see 

What  idol  shapes  are  on  the  wall  pourtray'd  :% 

And  watch  their  shameless  and  unholy  glee, 
Who  worship  there  in  Aaron's  robes  array'd  : 

Hear  Judah's  maids  the  dirge  to  Thammuz  pour,§ 

And  mark,  her  chiefs  yon  orient  sun  adore. || 

Yet  turn  thee,  Son  of  man — for  worse  than  these 
Thou  must  behold  :  thy  loathing  were  but  lost 


*    Ezekiel  viii.  3.  f    1  Kings  viii.  5.  %    Ezekiel  viii.  10. 

<s    Ezekiel  viii.  14.  ||     Ezekiel  viii.  16. 


Seventeenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  261 

Gn  dead  men's  crimes,  and  Jews'  idolatries — 

Come,  learn  to  tell  aright  thine  own  sins'  cost, — 
And  sure  their  sin  as  far  from  equals  thine, 
As  earthly  hopes  abus'd  are  less  than  hopes  divine. 

What  if  within  His  world,  His  Church,  our  Lord 
Have  enter'd  thee,  as  in  some  temple  gate, 

Where,  looking  round,  each  glance  might  thee  afford 
Some  glorious  earnest  of  thine  high  estate, 

And  thou,  false  heart  and  frail,  hast  turn'd  from  all 

To  worship  pleasure's  shadow  on  the  wall  ? 

If,  when  the  Lord  of  Glory  was  in  sight, 
Thou  turn  thy  back  upon  that  fountain  clear, 

To  bow  before  the  "  little  drop  of  light," 

Which  dim-eyed  men  call  praise  and  glory  here  ; 

What  dost  thou,  but  adore  the  sun,  and  scorn 

Him  at  whose  only  word  both  sun  and  stars  were  born  I 

If,  while  around  thee  gales  from  Eden  breathe, 
Thou  hide  thine  eyes,  to  make  thy  peevish  moan 

Over  some  broken  reed  of  earth  beneath, 
Some  darling  of  blind  fancy  dead  and  gone, 

As  wisely  might' st  thou  in  Jehovah's  fane 

Offer  thy  love  and  tears  to  Thammuz  slain. 

Turn  thee  from  these,  or  dare  not  to  inquire 
Of  Him  whose  name  is  Jealous,  lest  in  wrath 

He  hear  and  answer  thine  unblest  desire : 

Far  better  we  should  cross  his  lightning's  path 
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262  Seventeenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Than  be  according  to  our  idols  heard, 

And  God  should  take  us  at  our  own  vain  word. 

Thou  who  hast  deign' d  the  Christian's  heart  to  call 
Thy  Church  and  Shrine ;  whene'er  our  rebel  will 

Would  in  that  chosen  home  of  thine  instal 
Belial  or  Mammon,  grant  us  not  the  ill 

We  blindly  ask ;  in  very  love  refuse 

Whate'er  thou  know'st  our  weakness  would  abuse. 

Or  rather  help  us,  Lord,  to  choose  the  good, 
To  pray  for  nought,  to  seek  to  none,  but  Thee, 

Nor  by  "  our  daily  bread"  mean  common  food, 
Nor  say,  "  From  this  world's  evil  set  us  free;" 

Teach  us  to  love,  with  Christ,  our  sole  true  bliss, 

Else,  though  in  Christ's  own  words,  we  surely  pray 
amiss. 


Ettjfiteeutit  Suntrag  after  Evinity. 


THE  CHURCH  IN  THE  WILDERNESS. 


I  will  bring  you  into  the  wilderness  of  the  people,  and  there  will  I  plead 
with  you  face  to  face  :  like  as  I  pleaded  with  your  fathers  in  the  wilderness 
of  the  land  of  Egypt,  so  will  I  plead  writh  you,  saith  the  Lord  God.  Ezekiel 
xx.  35,  36.     [First  Morning  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 


[Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  grant  thy  people  grace  to  withstand 
the  temptations  of  the  world,  the  flesh,  and  the  devil;  and  with 
pure  hearts  and  minds  to  follow  thee,  the  only  God,  through 
Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.~\ 

IT  is  so — ope  thine  eyes,  and  see — 

What  view' st  thou  all  around  ? 
A  desert,  where  iniquity 

And  knowledge  both  abound. 

In  the  waste  howling  wilderness 

The  Church  is  wandering  still,* 

Because  we  would  not  onward  press 
When  close  to  Sion's  hill. 

*    Revelations  xii.  14. 


264  Eighteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Back  to  the  world  we  faithless  turn'd, 

And  far  along  the  wild, 
With  labour  lost  and  sorrow  earn'd, 

Our  steps  have  been  beguil'd. 

Yet  full  before  us,  all  the  while, 
The  shadowing  pillar  stays, 

The  living  waters  brightly  smile, 
Th'  eternal  turrets  blaze. 

Yet  Heaven  is  raining  angels'  bread 

To  be  our  daily  food, 
And  fresh,  as  when  it  first  was  shed, 

Springs  forth  the  Saviour's  blood. 

From  every  region,  race,  and  speech, 
Believing  myriads  throng, 

Till,  far  as  sin  and  sorrow  reach, 
Thy  grace  is  spread  along  ; 

Till  sweetest  nature,  brightest  art, 
Their  votive  incense  bring, 

And  every  voice  and  every  heart 
Own  Thee  their  God  and  King. 

All  own  ;  but  few,  alas  !  will  love  ; 

Too  like  the  recreant  band 
That  with  thy  patient  Spirit  strove 

Upon  the  Red-sea  strand. 


Eighteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  265 

O  Father  of  long-suffering  grace, 

Thou  who  hast  sworn  to  stay 
Pleading  with  sinners  face  to  face 

Through  all  their  devious  way  ; 

How  shall  we  speak  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 

Or  how  in  silence  lie  ? 
Look  on  us,  and  we  are  abhorr'd, 

Turn  from  us,  and  we  die. 

Thy  guardian  fire,  thy  guiding  cloud, 

Still  let  them  gild  our  wall, 
Nor  be  our  foes  and  thine  allow'd 

To  see  us  faint  and  fall. 

Too  oft,  within  this  camp  of  thine, 

Rebellious  murmurs  rise ; 
Sin  cannot  bear  to  see  Thee  shine 

So  awful  to  her  eyes. 

Fain  would  our  lawless  hearts  escape, 

And  with  the  heathen  be, 
To  worship  every  monstrous  shape 

In  fancied  darkness  free.* 

Vain  thought,  that  shall  not  be  at  all ! 
Refuse  we  or  obey, 

*  Ezekiel  xx.  32.  That  which  cometh  into  your  mind  shall  not  be  at  all, 
that  ye  say,  We  will  be  as  the  heathen,  as  the  families  of  the  countries,  to 
serve  wood  and  stone. 


266  Eighteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Our  ears  have  heard  the  Almighty's  call, 
We  cannot  be  as  they. 

We  cannot  hope  the  heathen's  doom, 
To  whom  God's  Son  is  given, 

Whose  eyes  have  seen  beyond  the  tomb, 
Wlio  have  the  key  of  Heaven. 

Weak  tremblers  on  the  edge  of  woe, 
Yet  shrinking  from  true  bliss, 

Our  rest  must  be  "  no  rest  below," 
And  let  our  prayer  be  this  : 

"  Lord,  wave  again  thy  chastening  rod, 

"  Till  every  idol  throne 
"  Crumble  to  dust,  and  Thou,  0  God, 

"Reign  in  our  hearts  alone. 

"  Bring  all  our  wandering  fancies  home, 
•'  For  Thou  hast  every  spell, 

"  And  'mid  the  heathen  where  they  roam, 
"Thou  knowest,  Lord,  too  well. 

"  Thou  know'st  our  service  sad  and  hard, 
"Thou  know'st  us  fond  and  frail; — 

"  Win  us  to  be  belov'd  and  spar'd 
"  When  all  the  world  shall  fail. 

"  So  when  at  last  our  weary  days 
"  Are  well-nigh  wasted  here, 


Eighteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  267 

k4  And  we  can  trace  thy  wondrous  ways 
"  In  distance  calm  and  clear, 

"  When  in  thy  love  and  Israel's  sin 

44  We  read  our  story  true, 
"  We  may  not,  all  too  late,  begin 

44  To  wish  our  hopes  were  new : 

44  Long  lov'd,  long  tried,  long  spar'd  as  they, 

"  Unlike  in  this  alone, 
44  That,  by  thy  grace,  our  hearts  shall  stay 

"  For  evermore  thine  own." 


nineteenth  Suntrag  after  Sriuttg- 

SHADRACH,  MESHACH,  AND  ABEDNEGO. 

Then  Nebuchadnezzar  the  King  was  astonished,  and  rose  up  in  haste,  and 
*pake,  and  said  unto  his  counsellors,  Did  not  we  cast  three  men  bound  into 
the  midst  of  the  fire?  They  answered  and  said  unto  the  King,  True,  O 
King.  He  answered  and  said,  Lo,  I  see  four  men  loose,  walking  in  the 
midst  of  the  fire,  and  they  have  no  hurt;  and  the  form  of  the  fourth  is  likt 
the  Son  of  God.  Daniel  iii'.  24,  25.  [First  Morning  Lesson,  Church  of  Eng- 
land.] 

[O  God,  forasmuch  as  without  thee  we  are  not  able  to  please 
thee ;  mercifully  grant  that  thy  Holy  Spirit  may  in  all  things 
direct  and  rule  our  hearts,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
.'linen.'] 

WHEN  Persecution's  torrent  blaze 
Wraps  the  unshrinking  Martyr's  head ; 

When  fade  all  earthly  flowers  and  bays, 
When  summer  friends  are  gone  and  fled, 

Is  he  alone  in  that  dark  hour 

Who  owns  the  Lord  of  love  and  power  ? 

Or  waves  there  not  around  his  brow 
A  wand  no  human  arm  may  wield, 


Nineteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  269 

Fraught  with  a  spell  no  angels  know, 

His  steps  to  guide,  his  soul  to  shield  ? 
Thou,  Saviour,  art  his  charmed  bower, 
His  magic  ring,  his  rock,  his  tower. 

And  when  the  wicked  ones  behold 
Thy  favourites  walking  in  thy  light, 

Just  as,  in  fancied  triumph  bold, 

They  deem'd  them  lost  in  deadly  night, 

Amaz'd  they  cry,  "  What  spell  is  this, 

"  Which  turns  their  sufferings  all  to  bliss  ? 

"  How  are  they  free  whom  we  had  bound, 
"  Upright,  whom  in  the  gulf  we  cast? 

81  What  wondrous  helper  have  they  found 
"  To  screen  them  from  the  scorching  blast? 

"  Three  were  they — who  hath  made  them  four? 

"  And  sure  a  form  divine  he  wore, 

"  Even  like  the  Son  of  God."     So  cried 
The  Tyrant,  when  in  one  fierce  flame 

The  martyrs  liv'd,  the  murderers  died : 
Yet  knew  he  not  what  angel  came 

To  make  the  rushing  fire-flood  seem 

Like  summer  breeze  by  woodland  stream.* 


*  Song  of  the  Three  Children,  ver.  27.  "  And  made  the  midst  of  the 
furnace  as  it  had  been  a  moist  whistling  wind,  [  so  that  the  fire  touched 
them  not  at  all,  neither  hurt  nor  troubled  them."  ] 

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270  Nineteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

He  knew  not,  but  there  are  who  know : 
The  Matron,  who  alone  hath  stood, 

When  not  a  prop  seem'd  left  below, 
The  first  lorn  hour  of  widowhood, 

Yet  cheer'd  and  cheering  all,  the  while, 

With  sad  but  unaffected  smile ; — 

The  Father,  who  his  vigil  keeps 

By  the  sad  couch  whence  hope  hath  flown, 
Watching  the  eye  where  reason  sleeps, 

Yet  in  his  heart  can  mercy  own, 
Still  sweetly  yielding  to  the  rod, 
Still  loving  man,  still  thanking  God  ; — 

The  Christian  Pastor,  bow'd  to  earth 
With  thankless  toil,  and  vile  esteem'd, 

Still  travailing  in  second  birth 

Of  souls  that  will  not  be  redeem'd, 

Yet  steadfast  set  to  do  his  part, 

And  fearing  most  his  own  vain  heart ; — 

These  know:  on  these  look  long  and  well, 
Cleansing  thy  sight  by  prayer  and  faith. 

And  thou  shalt  know  what  secret  spell 
Preserves  them  in  their  living  death : 

Through  sevenfold  flames  thine  eye  shall  see 

The  Saviour  walking  with  his  faithful  Three. 


Etoeutfetfi  SuutJag  after  &xinit$. 

MOUNTAIN  SCENERY. 

Hear  ye,  O  mountains,  the  Lord's  controversy,  and  ye  strong  foundations 
of  the  earth.    Jilicah  vi.  2.     [First  Evening  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 

[O  Almighty  and  most  merciful  God,  of  thy  bountiful  good- 
ness keep  us,  we  beseech  thee,  from  all  things  that  may  hurt  us ; 
that  we,  being  ready  both  in  body  and  soul,  may  cheerfully  ac- 
complish those  things  which  thou  commandest,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.'] 

WHERE  is  thy  favour'd  haunt,  eternal  Voice, 

The  region  of  thy  choice, 
Where,  undisturVd  by  sin  and  earth,  the  soul 

Owns  thine  entire  control  ? — 
'Tis  on  the  mountain's  summit  dark  and  high, 

When  storms  are  hurrying  by  : 
'Tis  'mid  the  strong  foundations  of  the  earth, 

Where  torrents  have  their  birth. 

No  sounds  of  worldly  toil  ascending  there, 
Mar  the  full  burst  of  prayer  ; 


272  Twentieth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Lone  Nature  feels  that  she  may  freely  breathe, 

And  round  us  and  beneath 
Are  heard  her  sacred  tones :  the  fitful  sweep 

Of  winds  across  the  steep, 
Through  wither'd  bents — romantic  note  and  clear, 

Meet  for  a  hermit's  ear, — 

The  wheeling  kite's  wild  solitary  cry, 

And,  scarcely  heard  so  high, 
The  dashing  waters  when  the  air  is  still, 

From  many  a  torrent  rill 
That  winds  unseen  beneath  the  shaggy  fell, 

Track' d  by  the  blue  mist  well : 
Such  sounds  as  make  deep  silence  in  the  heart, 

For  Thought  to  do  her  part. 

'Tis  then  we  hear  the  voice  of  God  within, 

Pleading  with  care  and  sin : 
11  Child  of  my  love !  how  have  I  wearied  thee  ? 

"  Why  wilt  thou  err  from  me? 
"  Have  I  not  brought  thee  from  the  house  of  slaves, 

"  Parted  the  drowning  waves, 
11  And  set  my  saints  before  thee  in  the  way, 

"  Lest  thou  should'st  faint  or  stray  ? 

"  What  ?  was  the  promise  made  to  thee  alone  ? 

"  Art  thou  th'  excepted  one  ? 
"  An  heir  of  glory  without  grief  or  pain  ? 

"  O  vision  false  and  vain ! 


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"-There  lies  thy  cross ;  beneath  it  meekly  bow; 

"  It  fits  thy  stature  now : 
"  Who  scornful  pass  it  with  averted  eye, 

"  'Twill  crush  them  by  and  by. 


"Raise  thy  repining  eyes,  and  take  true  measure 

"  Of  thine  eternal  treasure  ; 
11  The  Father  of  thy  Lord  can  grudge  thee  nought, 

"  The  world  for  thee  was  bought, 
"  And  as  this  landscape  broad — earth,  sea  and  sky, — 

"  All  centres  in  thine  eye, 
"  So  all  God  does,  if  rightly  understood, 

11  Shall  work  thy  final  good." 


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5Zrtocutg=6rst  Stwtrag  after  Crfuftg. 


THE  RED  BREAST  IN  SEPTEMBER. 


The  vision  is  yet  for  an  appointed  time ;  but  at  the  end  it  shall  speak  and 
not  lie:  though  it  tarry,  wait  for  it,  because  it  will  surely  come,  it  will  not 
tarry.    Habakkuk  ii.  3.     [First  Morning  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 


[Grant,  we  beseech  thee,  merciful  Lord,  to  thy  faithful  people, 
pardon  and  peace :  that  they  may  be  cleansed  from  all  their  sins, 
and  serve  thee  with  a  quiet  mind,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen.] 

THE  morning  mist  is  clear'd  away, 

Yet  still  the  face  of  heaven  is  gray, 
Nor  yet  th'  autumnal  breeze  has  stirr'd  the  grove, 

Faded  yet  full,  a  paler  green 

Skirts  soberly  the  tranquil  scene, 
The  red-breast  warbles  round  this  leafy  cove. 

Sweet  messenger  of  "  calm  decay," 
Saluting  sorrow  as  you  may, 
As  one  still  bent  to  find  or  make  the  best, 


Twenty-first  Sunday  after  Trinity.  275 

In  thee,  and  in  this  quiet  mead 
The  lesson  of  sweet  peace  I  read, 
Rather  in  all  to  be  resign'd  than  blest. 

'Tis  a  low  chant,  according  well 

With  the  soft  solitary  knell, 
As  homeward  from  some  grave  belov'd  we  turn, 

Or  by  some  holy  death-bed  dear, 

Most  welcome  to  the  chasten'd  ear 
Of  her  whom  heaven  is  teaching  how  to  mourn. 

O  cheerful  tender  strain  !  the  heart 

That  duly  bears  with  you  its  part, 
Singing  so  thankful  to  the  dreary  blast, 

Though  gone  and  spent  its  joyous  prime, 

And  on  the  world's  autumnal  time, 
'Mid  wither'd  hues  and  sere,  its  lot  be  cast : 

That  is  the  heart  for  thoughtful  seer, 

Watching,  in  trance  nor  dark  nor  clear,* 
Th'  appalling  Future  as  it  nearer  draws  : 

His  spirit  calm'd  the  storm  to  meet, 

Feeling  the  rock  beneath  his  feet, 
And  tracing  through  the  cloud  th'  eternal  Cause. 

That  is  the  heart  for  watchman  true 
Waiting  to  see  what  God  will  do, 


*    Zechariah  xiv.  6.    It  shall  come  to  pass  in  that  day,  that  the  night  shall 
not  be  clear  nor  dark. 


276  Twenty-first  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

As  o'er  the  Church  the  gathering  twilight  falls  : 

No  more  he  strains  his  wistful  eye, 

If  chance  the  golden  hours  be  nigh, 
By  youthful  Hope  seen  beaming  round  her  walls. 

Forc'd  from  his  shadowy  paradise, 

His  thoughts  to  Heaven  the  steadier  rise : 
There  seek  his  answer  when  the  world  reproves : 

Contented  in  his  darkling  round, 

If  only  he  be  faithful  found, 
When  from  the  east  th'  eternal  morning  moves. 

Note.    The  expression,  "  calm  decay,"  is  borrowed  from  a  friend:  by 
whose  kind  permission  the  following  stanzas  are  here  inserted. 

Eo  tje  3&eTi  breast. 

Unheard  in  summer's  flaring  ray, 

Pour  forth  thy  notes,  sweet  singer, 
Wooing  the  stillness  of  the  autumn  day : 

Bid  it  a  moment  linger, 
Nor  fly 
Too  soon  from  winter's  scowling  eye. 

The  blackbird's  song  at  eventide, 

And  hers,  who  gay  ascends,* 
Filling  the  heavens  far  and  wide, 

Are  sweet.    But  none  so  blends, 
As  thine, 
With  calm  decay,  and  peace  divine. 

*    [  The  sky-lark.  ] 


SEtoeutg^ecoutr  Suntrag  after  Ertuftg* 

THE  RULE  OF  CHRISTIAN  FORGIVENESS. 

Lord,  how  oft  shall  my  brother  sin  against  me,  and  I  forgive  him?    St. 
Matthew  xviii.  21.     [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Lord,  we  beseech  thee  to  keep  thy  household  the  Church  in 
continual  godliness  ;  that,  through  thy  protection,  it  may  be  free 
from  all  adversities,  and  devoutly  given  to  serve  thee  in  good 
works,  to  the  glory  of  thy  name,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen.] 

WHAT  liberty  so  glad  and  gay, 

As  where  the  mountain  boy, 
Reckless  of  regions  far  away, 

A  prisoner  lives  in  joy  ? 

The  dreary  sounds  of  crowded  earth, 

The  cries  of  camp  or  town, 
Never  untun'd  his  lonely  mirth, 

Nor  drew  his  visions  down. 

The  snow-clad  peaks  of  rosy  light 
That  meet  his  morning  view, 


278         Twenty-second  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

The  thwarting  cliffs  that  bound  his  sight, 
They  bound  his  fancy  too. 

Two  ways  alone  his  roving  eye 

For  aye  may  onward  go, 
Or  in  the  azure  deep  on  high, 

Or  darksome  mere  below. 

O  blest  restraint !  more  blessed  range  ! 

Too  soon  the  happy  child 
His  nook  of  homely  thought  will  change 

For  life's  seducing  wild : 

Too  soon  his  alter' d  day  dreams  show 
This  earth  a  boundless  space, 

With  sun-bright  pleasures  to  and  fro 
Sporting  in  joyous  race  : 

While  of  his  narrowing  heart  each  year, 
Heaven  less  and  less  will  fill, 

Less  keenly,  through  his  grosser  ear, 
The  tones  of  mercy  thrill. 

It  must  be  so  :  else  wherefore  falls 
The  Saviour's  voice  unheard, 

While  from  His  pardoning  Cross  He  calls, 
"O  spare  as  I  have  spar'd?" 

By  our  own  niggard  rule  we  try 
The  hope  to  suppliants  given ; 


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Twenty-second  Sunday  fter  Trinity.         279 

We  mete  out  love,  as  if  our  eye 
Saw  to  the  end  of  heaven. 

Yes,  ransom' d  sinner  !  wouldst  thou  know 

How  often  to  forgive, 
How  dearly  to  embrace  thy  foe, 

Look  where  thou  hop'st  to  live  : 

When  thou  hast  told  those  isles  of  light, 

And  fancied  all  beyond, 
Whatever  owns,  in  depth  or  height, 

Creation's  wondrous  bond ; 

Then  in  their  solemn  pageant  learn 

Sweet  mercy's  praise  to  see  : 
Their  Lord  resigned  them  all,  to  earn 

The  bliss  of  pardoning  thee. 


actoentg=tftfrtr  Sttnirag  after'  Ertuftg, 

THE  FOREST  LEAVES  IN  AUTUMN. 

Who  shall  change  our  vile  body,  that  it  may  be  fashioned  like  unto  His 
clorious  body,  according  to  the  working  whereby  He  is  able  even  to  subdue 
all  things  unto  himself.    Philippians  iii.  21.     [Epistle  for  the  day.] 

[O  God,  our  refuge  and  strength,  who  art  the  author  of  all 
godliness :  be  ready,  we  beseech  thee,  to  hear  the  devout  prayers 
of  thy  Church  ;  and  grant  that  those  things  which  we  ask  faith- 
fully, we  may  obtain  effectually,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Amen.'] 

RED  o'er  the  forest  peers  the  setting  sun, 

The  line  of  yellow  light  dies  fast  away 
That  crown' d  the  eastern  copse ;  and  chill  and  dim 

Falls  on  the  moor  the  brief  November  day. 

Now  the  tir'd  hunter  winds  a  parting  note, 
And  Echo  bids  good-night  from  every  glade  ; 

Yet  wait  awhile,  and  see  the  calm  leaves  float 
Each  to  his  rest  beneath  their  parent  shade. 


How  like  decaying  life  they  seem  to  glide  ! 
And  yet  no  second  spring  have  they  in  store, 


J 


Twenty-third  Sunday  after  Trinity.  281 

But  where  they  fall  forgotten  to  abide, 
Is  all  their  portion,  and  they  ask  no  more. 

Soon  o'er  their  heads  blithe  April  airs  shall  sing, 
A  thousand  wild-flowers  round  them  shall  unfold, 

The  green  buds  glisten  in  the  dews  of  Spring, 
And  all  be  vernal  rapture  as  of  old. 

Unconscious  they  in  waste  oblivion  lie, 

In  all  the  world  of  busy  life  around 
No  thought  of  them  ;  in  all  the  bounteous  sky 

No  drop,  for  them,  of  kindly  influence  found. 

Man's  portion  is  to  die  and  rise  again — 

Yet  he  complains,  while  these  unmurmuring  part 

With  their  sweet  lives,  as  pure  from  sin  and  stain, 
As  his  when  Eden  held  his  virgin  heart. 

And  haply,  half  unblam'd  his  murmuring  voice 
Might  sound  in  heaven,  were  all  his  second  life 

Only  the  first  renew'd — the  heathen's  choice, 
A  round  of  listless  joy  and  weary  strife. 

For  dreary  were  this  earth,  if  earth  were  all, 

Though  brighten' d  oft  by  dear  affection's  kiss  ; — 

Who  for  the  spangles  wears  the  funeral  pall  ? 
But  catch  a  gleam  beyond  it,  and  'tis  bliss. 

Heavy  and  dull  this  frame  of  limbs  and  heart, 
Whether  slow  creeping  on  cold  earth,  or  borne 
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282  Twenty-third  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

On  lofty  steed,  or  loftier  prow,  we  dart 

O'er  wave  or  field  :  yet  breezes  laugh  to  scorn 

Our  puny  speed,  and  birds,  and  clouds  in  heaven, 
And  fish,  like  living  shafts  that  pierce  the  main, 

And  stars  that  shoot  through  freezing  air  at  even — 
Who  but  would  follow,  might  he  break  his  chain  ? 

And  thou  shalt  break  it  soon  ;  the  grovelling  worm 
Shall  find  his  wings,  and  soar  as  fast  and  free 

As  his  transfigur'd  Lord  with  lightning  form 
And  snowy  vest — :such  grace  He  won  for  thee. 

When  from  the  grave  he  sprung  at  dawn  of  morn. 
And  led  through  boundless  air  thy  conquering  road, 

Leaving  a  glorious  track,  where  saints  new-born 
Might  fearless  follow  to  their  blest  abode. 

But  first,  by  many  a  stern  and  fiery  blast 

The  world's  rude  furnace  must  thy  blood  refine. 

And  many  a  gale  of  keenest  woe  be  pass'd, 
Till  every  pulse  beat  true  to  airs  divine, 

Till  every  limb  obey  the  mounting  soul, 
The  mounting  soul,  the  call  by  Jesus  given. 

He  who  the  stormy  heart  can  so  control 
The  laggard  body  soon  will  waft  to  heaven. 


artoents^iFottrth  Suutras  after  STrfuftg- 

IMPERFECTION  OF  HUMAN  SYMPATHY. 

The  heart  knoweth  his  own  bitterness,  and  a  stranger  doth  not  intermed- 
dle with  his  joy.  Proverbs  xiv.  10.  [First  Evening  Lesson,  Church  of  Eng- 
land.] 


[O  Lord,  we  beseech  thee,  absolve  thy  people  from  their  of- 
fences ;  that,  through  thy  bountiful  goodness,  we  may  all  be  deli- 
vered from  the  bands  of  those  sins  which  by  our  frailty  we  have 
committed :  grant  this,  O  heavenly  Father,  for  Jesus  Christ's  sake, 
our  blessed  Lord  and  Saviour.    Amen.'] 

WHY  should  we  faint  and  fear  to  live  alone, 
Since  all  alone,  so  Heaven  has  will'd,  we  die,* 

Nor  even  the  tenderest  heart,  and  next  our  own, 
Knows  half  the  reasons  why  we  smile  and  sigh  ? 


*  Je  mourrai  seul.  Pascal.  [  The  entire  passage  is  as  follows  :  "  Pour 
moi,  je  n'ai  pu  m'y  arreter  ni  me  reposer  dans  la  societe  de  ces  personnel 
semblables  a  moi,  miserables  comme  moi.  Je  vois  qu'ils  ne  m'aideroient  pa? 
a  mourir,  je  mourrai  seul ;  il  faut  done  faire  comme  si  j'etais  seul;  or,  si 
j'etois  seul  je  ne  batirois  point  des  maisons,  je  ne  m'embarrasserois  point 
dans  les  occupations  tumultuaires,  je  ne  chercherois  V  estime  de  personne  ; 
mais  je  tacherois  seulement  de  decouvrir  la  verite."    Pensees  c.  viii.  sec.l.  ] 


284         Twenty-Fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Each  in  his  hidden  sphere  of  joy  or  woe 
Our  hermit  spirits  dwell,  and  range  apart, 

Our  eyes  see  all  around  in  gloom  or  glow — 

Hues  of  their  own,  fresh  borrow'd  from  the  heart. 

And  well  it  is  for  us  our  God  should  feel 
Alone  our  secret  throbbings:  so  our  prayer 

May  readier  spring  to  Heaven,  nor  spend  its  zeal 
On  cloud-born  idols  of  this  lower  air. 

For  if  one  heart  in  perfect  sympathy 

Beat  with  another,  answering  love  for  love, 

Weak  mortals,  all  entranc'd,  on  earth  would  lie, 
Nor  listen  for  those  purer  strains  above. 

Or  what  if  Heaven  for  once  its  searching  light 
Lent  to  some  partial  eye,  disclosing  all 

The  rude  bad  thoughts,  that  in  our  bosom's  night 
Wander  at  large,  nor  heed  Love's  gentle  thrall? 

Who  would  not  shun  the  dreary  uncouth  place  ? 

As  if,  fond  leaning  where  her  infant  slept, 
A  mother's  arm  a  serpent  should  embrace : 

So  might  we  friendless  live,  and  die  unwept. 

Then  keep  the  softening  veil  in  mercy  drawn, 
Thou  who  canst  love  us,  tho'  Thou  read  us  true; 

As  on  the  bosom  of  th'  aerial  lawn 

Melts  in  dim  haze  each  coarse  ungentle  hue. 


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So  too  may  soothing  Hope  thy  leave  enjoy 
Sweet  visions  of  long  sever'd  hearts  to  frame  : 

Though  absence  may  impair,  or  cares  annoy, 
Some  constant  mind  may  draw  us  still  the  same. 

We  in  dark  dreams  are  tossing  to  and  fro, 
Pine  with  regret,  or  sicken  with  despair, 

The  while  she  bathes  us  in  her  own  chaste  glow, 
And  with  our  memory  wings  her  own  fond  prayer. 

O  bliss  of  child-like  innocence,  and  love 
Tried  to  old  age  !  creative  power  to  win, 

And  raise  new  worlds,  where  happy  fancies  rove, 
Forgetting  quite  this  grosser  world  of  sin. 

Bright  are  their  dreams,  because  their  thoughts  are  clear, 
Their  memory  cheering :  but  the  earth-stained  spright, 

Whose  wakeful  musings  are  of  guilt  and  fear, 
Must  hover  nearer  earth,  and  less  in  light. 

Farewell,  for  her,  th'  ideal  scenes  so  fair — 

Yet  not  farewell  her  hope,  since  Thou  hast  deign'd, 

Creator  of  all  hearts !  to  own  and  share 

The  woe  of  what  Thou  mad'st,  and  we  have  stain'd. 

Thou  know'st  our  bitterness — our  joys  are  thine* — 
No  stranger  Thou  to  all  our  wanderings  wild : 

Nor  could  we  bear  to  think,  how  every  line 
Of  us,  thy  darken'd  likeness  and  defiFd, 

*    Psalm  xxxi.  7.    Thou  hast  known  my  soul  in  adversities. 

x  2 


286         Twenty-fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

Stands  in  full  sunshine  of  thy  piercing  eye, 
But  that  thou  call'st  us  Brethren :  sweet  repose 

Is  in  that  word — the  Lord  who  dwells  on  high 
Knows  all,  yet  loves  us  better  than  He  knows. 


aEtoeuts^Sftit  Suntrag  after  Evinity. 


THE  TWO  RAINBOWS. 


The  hoary  head  is  a  crown  of  glory,  if  it  be  found  in  the  way  of  righteous 
ness.    Proverbs  xvi.  31.     [First  Evening  Lesson,  Church  of  England.] 


[Stir  up,  we  beseech  thee,  O  Lord,  the  wills  of  thy  faithful 
people ;  that  they,  plenteously  bringing  forth  the  fruit  of  good 
works,  may  by  thee  be  plenteously  rewarded,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.] 

THE  bright  hair'd  morn  is  glowing 

O'er  emerald  meadows  gay, 
With  many  a  clear  gem  strowing 

The  early  shepherd's  way, 
Ye  gentle  elves,  by  Fancy  seen 

Stealing  away  with  night 
To  slumber  in  your  leafy  screen, 

Tread  more  than  airy  light. 


Twenty-fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  387 

And  see  what  joyous  greeting 

The  sun  through  heaven  has  shed, 
Though  fast  yon  shower  be  fleeting, 

His  beams  have  faster  sped. 
For  lo !  above  the  western  haze 

High  towers  the  rainbow  arch 
In  solid  span  of  purest  rays : 

How  stately  is  its  march  ! 

Pride  of  the  dewy  morning! 

The  swain's  experienc'd  eye 
From  thee  takes  timely  warning, 

Nor  trusts  the  gorgeous  sky. 
For  well  he  knows,  such  dawnings  gay 

Bring  noons  of  storm  and  shower, 
And  travellers  linger  on  the  way 

Beside  the  sheltering  bower. 

Even  so,  in  hope  and  trembling 

Should  watchful  shepherd  view 
His  little  lambs  assembling, 

With  glance  both  kind  and  true ; 
'Tis  not  the  eye  of  keenest  blaze, 

Nor  the  quick-swelling  breast 
That  soonest  thrills  at  touch  of  praise — 

These  do  not  please  him  best. 

But  voices  low  and  gentle, 
And  timid  glances  shy, 


288  Twenty-fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity. 

That  seem  for  aid  parental 

To  sue  all  wistfully, 
Still  pressing,  longing  to  be  right, 

Yet  fearing  to  be  wrong — 
In  these  the  Pastor  dares  delight, 

A  lamb-like,  Christ-like  throng. 

These  in  Life's  distant  even 

Shall  shine  serenely  bright, 
As  in  th'  autumnal  heaven 

Mild  rainbow  tints  at  night, 
When  the  last  shower  is  stealing  down. 

And  ere  they  sink  to  rest, 
The  sun-beams  weave  a  parting  crown 

For  some  sweet  woodland  nest. 

The  promise  of  the  morrow 

Is  glorious  on  that  eve, 
Dear  as  the  holy  sorrow 

When  good  men  cease  to  live. 
When  brightening  ere  it  die  away 

Mounts  up  their  altar  flame, 
Still  tending  with  intenser  ray 

To  Heaven  whence  first  it  came. 

Say  not  it  dies,  that  glory, 

'Tis  caught  unquench'd  on  high, 

Those  saint-like  brows  so  hoary 
Shall  wear  it  in  the  sky. 


Twenty-fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  289 

No  smile  is  like  the  smile  of  death, 

When  all  good  musings  past 
Rise  wafted  with  the  parting  breath, 

The  sweetest  thought  the  last. 


Sturtag  utvt  fiefore  ^trfoeut* 


SELF-EXAMINATION  BEFORE  ADVENT. 


Gather  up  the  fragments  that  remain,  that  nothing  be  lost.    St.  John  vi.  12. 
\  Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Stir  up,  we  beseech  thee,  O  Lord,  the  wills  of  thy  faithful 
people;  that  they,  plenteously  bringing  forth  the  fruit  of  good 
works,  may  by  thee  be  plenteously  rewarded,  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.] 

WILL  God  indeed  with  fragments  bear, 
Snatch'd  late  from  the  decaying  year  ? 
Or  can  the  Saviour's  blood  endear 
The  dregs  of  a  polluted  life  ? 
When  down  th'  o'erwhelming  current  tost, 
Just  ere  he  sink  for  ever  lost, 
The  sailor's  untried  arms  are  cross'd 
In  agonizing  prayer,  will  Ocean  cease  her  strife  ? 


290  Sunday  next  before  Advent. 

Sighs  that  exhaust  but  not  relieve, 
Heart-rending  sighs,  O  spare  to  heave 
A  bosom  freshly  taught  to  grieve 

For  lavish'd  hours  and  love  mispent ! 
Now  through  her  round  of  holy  thought 
The  Church  our  annual  steps  has  brought, 
But  we  no  holy  fire  have  caught — 
Back  on  the  gaudy  world  our  wilful  eyes  were  bent. 

Too  soon  th'  ennobling  carols,  pour'd 
To  hymn  the  birth-night  of  the  Lord,^ 
Which  duteous  memory  should  have  stor'd 

For  thankful  echoing  all  the  year — 
Too  soon  those  airs  have  pass'd  away ; 
Nor  long  within  the  heart  would  stay 
The  silence  of  Christ's  dying  day,t 
Profan'd  by  worldly  mirth,  or  scar'd  by  worldly  fear. 

Some  strain  of  hope  and  victory 
On  Easter  wings  might  lift  us  high  ; 
A  little  while  we  sought  the  sky : 

And  when  the  Spirit's  beacon  fires:; 
On  every  hill  began  to  blaze, 
Lightening  the  world  with  glad  amaze, 
Who  but  must  kindle  while  they  gaze  ? 
But  faster  than  she  soars,  our  earth-bound  Fancy  tires. 


*    [  Christmas.  ]  \    [  Good  Friday.  ]  J     [  Whitsunday.  ] 


Sunday  next  before  Advent.  291 

Nor  yet  for  these,  nor  all  the  rites, 
By  which  our  Mother's  voice  invites 
Our  God  to  bless  our  home  delights, 

And  sweeten  every  secret  tear: — 
The  funeral  dirge,  the  marriage  vow, 
The  hallow'd  font  where  parents  bow, 
And  now  elate  and  trembling  now 
To  the  Redeemer's  feet  their  new-found  treasures  bear : — 

Not  for  the  Pastor's  gracious  arm 
Stretch'd  out  to  bless — a  Christian  charm 
To  dull  the  shafts  of  worldly  harm : — 
Nor,  sweetest,  holiest,  best  of  all, 
For  the  dear  feast  of  Jesus  dying, 
Upon  that  altar  ever  lying, 
Where  souls  with  sacred  hunger  sighing 
Are  call'd  to  sit  and  eat,  while  angels  prostrate  fall : — 

No,  not  for  each  and  all  of  these, 
Have  our  frail  spirits  found  their  ease. 
The  gale  that  stirs  th'  autumnal  trees 

Seems  tun'd  as  truly  to  our  hearts 
As  when,  twelve  weary  months  ago, 
'Twas  moaning  bleak,  so  high  and  low, 
You  would  have  thought  Remorse  and  Woe 
Had  taught  the  innocent  air  their  sadly  thrilling  parts. 

Is  it,  Christ's  light  is  too  divine, 
We  dare  not  hope  like  Him  to  shine  ? 


292  Sunday  next  before  Advent. 

But  see,  around  His  dazzling  shrine 

Earth's  gems  the  fire  of  Heaven  have  caught ; 
Martyrs  and  saints — each  glorious  day 
Dawning  in  order  on  our  way — 
Remind  us,  how  our  darksome  clay 
May  keep  th'  ethereal  warmth  our  new  Creator  brought. 

These  we  have  scorn'd,  O  false  and  frail: 
And  now  once  more  th'  appalling  tale, 
How  love  divine  may  woo  and  fail, 

Of  our  lost  year  in  heaven  is  told — 
What  if  as  far  our  life  were  past, 
Our  weeks  all  number' d  to  the  last, 
With  time  and  hope  behind  us  cast, 
And  all  our  work  to  do  with  palsied  hands  and  cold? 

O  watch  and  pray  ere  Advent  dawn ! 
For  thinner  than  the  subtlest  lawn 
'Twixt  thee  and  death  the  veil  is  drawn. 

But  Love  too  late  can  never  glow : 
The  scatter'd  fragments  Love  can  glean, 
Refine  the  dregs,  and  yield  us  clean 
To  regions  where  one  thought  serene 
Breathes  sweeter  than  whole  years  of  sacrifice  below. 


[November  30.] 


He  first  findeth  his  own  brother  Simon,  and  saith  unto  him,  We  have 
found  the  Messias ;  and  lie  brought  him  unto  Jesus.    St,  John  i.  41,  42. 


[Almighty  God,  who  didst  give  such  grace  unto  thy  holy 
Apostle  Saint  Andrew,  that  he  readily  obeyed  the  calling  of  thy 
Son  Jesus  Christ,  and  followed  him  without  delay;  grant  unto  us 
all,  that  we,  being  called  by  thy  holy  word,  may  forthwith  give 
up  ourselves  obediently  to  fulfil  thy  holy  commandments,  through 
the  same,  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.] 

WHEN  brothers  part  for  manhood's  race, 
What  gift  may  most  endearing  prove 

*  [  St.  Andrew  was  a  native  of  Bethsaida,  in  Galilee*  He  was  the  son 
of  a  fisherman  named  Jonas,  and  the  brother  of  Simon,  surnamed  Peter.  He 
had  been  the  disciple  of  John  the  Baptist,  and  was  one  of  the  two  to  whom 
John  pointed  out  the  Saviour  as  "  the  Lamb  of  God,  who  taketh  away  the 
gins  of  the  world."  It  was  his  happiness  to  introduce  his  more  illustrious 
brother,  the  apostle  Peter,  to  the  knowledge  of  Jesus — hence  sometimes 
called,  in  reference  to  Peter's  emblematic  name,  "  the  rock  before  the  rock." 
He  was  ordained  an  apostle  by  our  Lord.  It  is  said  that  Scythia  was  chiefly 
the  field  of  his  labours  j  and  that  the  instrument  of  his  martyrdom  was  a 
cross  of  a  peculiar  form  (X)5  known  as  St.  Andrew's  Cross.  The  Scotch, 
Y 


294  St.  Andrew's  Day. 

To  keep  fond  memory  in  her  place, 
And  certify  a  brother's  love  ? 

'Tis  true,  bright  hours  together  told, 
And  blissful  dreams  in  secret  shar'd, 

Serene  or  solemn,  gay  or  bold, 
Shall  last  in  fancy  unimpair'd. 

Even  round  the  death-bed  of  the  good 
Such  dear  remembrances  will  hover, 

And  haunt  us  with  no  vexing  mood 
When  all  the  cares  of  earth  are  over. 

But  yet  our  craving  spirits  feel, 

We  shall  live  on,  though  Fancy  die, 

And  seek  a  surer  pledge — a  seal 
Of  love  to  last  eternally. 

Who  art  thou,  that  wouldst  grave  thy  name 
Thus  deeply  in  a  brother's  heart?* 


who  chose  him  as  their  patron  Saint,  had  a  tradition  that  his  remains  were 
brought  to  St.  Andrews,  A.D.  368,  and  entombed  there.  The  festival  of  St. 
Andrew  determines  the  beginning  of  the  season  of  Advent.  (See  note  on 
Advent  Sunday.)  The  honour  of  thus  announcing,  as  it  were,  the  coming 
of  the  Lord,  may  have  been  assigned  to  him,  says  Bishop  Sparrow,  because 
11  it  was  he  who  first  came  to  Christ,  and  followed  him  before  any  of  the 
other  apostles."  ] 

*  [  It  is  a  beautiful  circumstance  that  the  two  disciples  who  first  came 
to  Jesus  were  brothers  in  the  flesh,  and  that  the  one  led  the  other  to  him. 
The  bond  of  brotherhood  may  well  be  close  and  holy.  But  how  much  more 
so  when,  as  here,  nature  is  consecrated  by  grace  !  ] 


St.  Andrew's  Bay.  295 

Look  on  this  saint,  and  learn  to  frame 
Thy  love-charm  with  true  Christian  art. 

First  seek  thy  Saviour  out,  and  dwell 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  roof,* 
Till  thou  have  scann'd  his  features  well, 

And  known  Him  for  the  Christ  by  proof; 

Such  proof  as  they  are  sure  to  find, 

Who  spend  with  him  their  happier  days, 

Clean  hands,  and  a  self-ruling  mind 
Ever  in  tune  for  love  and  praise. 

Then,  potent  with  the  spell  of  heaven, 
Go,  and  thine  erring  brother  gain,t 

Entice  him  home  to  be  forgiven, 
Till  he,  too,  see  his  Saviour  plain. 

Or,  if  before  thee  in  the  race, 

Urge  him  with  thine  advancing  tread, 

*  [  When  Andrew  and  the  other  disciple  to  whom  John  spake,  had  fol- 
lowed Jesus  till  they  saw  where  he  dwelt,  they  "  abode  with  him  that  day." 
The  account  which  John  had  given  of  him  made  them  in  earnest  to  know 
him,  and  they  took  the  proper  means,  personal  acquaintance.  They  did  not 
go,  and  look,  and  come  away.  They  "  abode  with  him.1'  Is  it  not  univer- 
sally in  his  sacrificial  character,  as  the  Lamb  of  God,  taking  away  sin,  that 
the  Saviour  permanently  impresses  the  hearts  of  men, — draws  them  and 
keeps  them  ?  ] 

f  [  "  He  first  findeth  his  oicn  brother  Simon,  and  saith  unto  him,  We 
have  found  the  Messias  ;  and  he  brought  him  to  Jesus."  His  intercourse 
with  him  whom  John  describes  as  the  "  Lamb  of  God,"  enabled  Andrew  to 
recognize  him  as  the  Messias,  the  Christ,  or  Anointed.  ] 


296  St.  Andrew's  Bay. 

Till,  like  twin  stars,  with  even  pace, 
Each  lucid  course  be  duly  sped. 

No  fading  frail  memorial  give 

To  soothe  his  soul  when  thou  art  gone, 

But  wreaths  of  hope  for  aye  to  live, 
And  thoughts  of  good  together  done. 

That  so,  before  the  judgment-seat, 

Though  chang'd  and  glorified  each  face, 

Not  unremember'd  ye  may  meet 
For  endless  ages  to  embrace.* 

*  [  There  is  here  allusion  made  to  that  hope  of  recognition  in  a  future 
state  in  which  many  pious  -Christians  not  groundlessly  indulge.  Bishop 
Mant,  in  his  "  Happiness  of  the  Blessed,"  has  fully  investigated  the  subject, 
by  the  light  of  Scripture,  and  shown  it  to  be  at  least  probable.  There  is  an 
able  sermon,  too,  on  this  interesting  subject,  by  my  long-loved  friend,  the 
Rev.  Benjamin  Dorr,  rector  of  Trinity  Church,  Utica.  ] 


St-  arfiomas'  53ag.* 

[December  21.] 

Thomas,  because  thou  hast  seen  me,  thou  hast  believed  :  blessed  are  they 
that  have  not  seen,  and  yet  have  believed.  St.  John  xx.  29.  [Gospel  for  the 
day.] 

[Almighty  and  ever  living  God,  who, for  the  greater  confirma- 
tion of  the  faith,  didst  suffer  thy  holy  Apostle  Thomas  to  be 
doubtful  in  thy  Son's  resurrection ;  grant  us  so  perfectly,  and 
without  all  doubt,  to  believe  in  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ,  that  our 
faith  in  thy  sight  may  never  be  reproved.  Hear  us,  O  Lord, 
through  the  same  Jesus  Christ ;  to  whom,  with  thee  and  the  Holy 
Ghost,  be  all  honour  and  glory,  now  and  for  evermore.     Amen.] 

WE  were  not  by  when  Jesus  came,t 
But  round  us,  far  and  near, 

*  [  Thomas,  called  also  Didymus,  the  twin,  was  a  fisherman  of  Galilee. 
He  is  chiefly  memorable  for  his  strange  incredulity,  and  its  complete  convic- 
tion. He  was  an  apostle  of  our  Lord,  and  is  said  by  Origen  to  have  laboured 
chiefly  in  Parthia.  A  race  of  Christians  have  been  found  near  the  coast  of 
Malabar,  known  as  the  "Christians  of  St.  Thomas,"  and  claiming  spiritual 
descent  from  him.  See  Dr  Buchanan's  very  interesting  "  Christian  Re- 
searches in  India."  ] 

t  St.  John  xx.  24.  Thomas,  one  of  the  twelve,  called  Didymus,  was  not 
with  them  when  Jesus  came. 

v? 


298  St.  Thomas'  Bay. 

We  see  his  trophies,  and  his  name 

In  choral  echoes  hear. 
In  a  fair  ground  our  lot  is  cast, 
As  in  the  solemn  week  that  past, 
While  some  might  doubt,  but  all  ador'd,* 
Ere  the  whole  widow'd  Church  had  seen  her  risen  Lord. 

Slowly,  as  then,  His  bounteous  hand 

The  golden  chain  unwinds, 
Drawing  to  Heaven  with  gentlest  band 

Wise  hearts  and  loving  minds. 
Love  sought  him  first — at  dawn  of  mornt 
From  her  sad  couch  she  sprang  forlorn, 
She  sought  to  weep  with  Thee  alone, 
And  saw  thine  open  grave,  and  knew  that  Thou  wert 

gone. 

Reason  and  Faith  at  once  set  outf 

To  search  the  Saviour's  tomb ; 
Faith  faster  runs,  but  waits  without, 

As  fearing  to  presume, 


*    St.  Matt,  xxviii.  17.    When  they  saw  him,  they  worshipped  him:*  but 
some  doubted, 
f    St.  Mary  Magdalen's  visit  to  the  sepulchre. 

[  "  Not  she  with  traitorous  kiss  her  Saviour  stung, 
Not  she  denied  him  with  unholy  tongue  : 
She,  while  apostles  shrunk,  could  danger  brave, 
Last  at  his  cross,  and  earliest  at  his  grave." 

Woman,  a  Poem,  by  Barret. 
X    St.  Peter  and  St.  John. 


St.  Thomas'  Day.  299 

Till  Reason  enter  in,  and  trace 
Christ's  relics  round  the  holy  place — 
11  Here  lay  His  limbs,  and  here  His  sacred  head, 
"  And  who  was  by,  to  make  his  new-forsaken  bed?" 

Both  wonder,  one  believes — but  while 

They  muse  on  all  at  home, 
No  thought  can  tender  love  beguile 

From  Jesus'  grave  to  roam. 
Weeping  she  stays  till  He  appear — 
Her  witness  first  the  Church  must  hear* — 
All  joy  to  souls  that  can  rejoice 
With  her  at  earliest  call  of  His  dear  gracious  voice. 

Joy  too  to  those,  who  love  to  talk 

In  secret  how  He  died, 
Though  with  seal'd  eyes  awhile  they  walk, 

Nor  see  Him  at  their  side ; 
Most  like  the  faithful  pair  are  they,t 
Who  once  to  Emmaus  took  their  way, 
Half  darkling,  till  their  Master  shed 
His  glory  on  their  souls,  made  known  in  breaking  bread. 

Thus,  ever  brighter  and  more  bright, 
On  those  he  came  to  save 

*  [  The  first  appearance  of  the  risen  Saviour  was  to  her  out  of  whom  he 
had  cast  seven  devils.  A  touching  circumstance,  full  of  encouragement,  and 
beautifully  illustrative  of  His  tender  love,  who  is  not  willing  that  any  should 
perish,  and  desires  the  salvation  even  of  the  chief  of  sinners.  ] 

t    [  St.  Luke  xxiv.  13—32.  ] 


300  St.  Thomas9  Day. 

The  Lord  of  new-created  light 

Dawn'd  gradual  from  the  grave  : 
Till  pass'd  th'  inquiring  daylight  hour, 
And  with  clos'd  door  in  silent  bower* 
The  Church  in  anxious  musing  sate, 
As  one  who  for  redemption  still  had  long  to  wait. 

Then,  gliding  through  th1  unopening  door, 

Smooth  without  step  or  sound, 
11  Peace  to  your  souls,"  He  said — no  more — 

They  own  him,  kneeling  round. 
Eye,  ear,  and  hand,  and  loving  heart,t 
Body  and  soul  in  every  part, 
Successive  made  His  witnesses  that  hour, 
Cease  not  in  all  the  world  to  show  his  saving  power. 

Is  there,  on  earth,  a  spirit  frail, 

Who  fears  to  take  their  word, 
Scarce  daring,  through  the  twilight  pale, 

To  think  he  sees  the  Lord? 
With  eyes  too  tremblingly  awake 
To  bear  with  dimness  for  His  sake  ? 
Read  and  confess  the  hand  divine 
That  drew  thy  likeness  here  so  true  in  every  line. 


*  [  St.  John  xx.  19.  Then  the  same  day  at  evening,  being  the  first  day 
of  the  week,  when  the  doors  were  shut  where  the  disciples  were  assembled 
for  fear  of  the  Jews,  came  Jesus,  and  stood  in  the  midst,  and  said  unto  them, 
Peace  be  unto  you.  ] 

J     [  He  showed  unto  them  his  hands  and  his  side.  ] 


St.  Thomas'  Day.  301 

For  all  thy  rankling  doubts  so  sore, 

Love  thou  thy  Saviour  still, 
Him  for  thy  Lord  and  God  adore,* 

And  ever  do  His  will. 
Though  vexing  thoughts  may  seem  to  last, 
Let  not  thy  soul  be  quite  o'ercast; — 
Soon  will  He  show  thee  all  His  wounds,  and  say, 
"  Long  have  I  known  thy  namet — know  thou  my  face 

"  alway." 

*  [  The  unbelief  of  Thomas,  or,  as  the  Collect  expresses  it,  his  "  doubt- 
fulness in  Christ's  resurrection"  removed,  most  naturally  carries  him  to  the 
fullest  expression  of  his  conviction  not  only  of  that  fact,  but  of  his  full  divi- 
nity, "  My  Lord,  and  my  God  !" — Is  not  this  ardour  of  conviction  very  char- 
acteristic in  him  who  before  had  said,  "  Let  us  also  go,  that  we  may  die 
with  him  ?"    St.  John  xi.  16.  ] 

t  In  Exodus  xxxiii.  17,  God  says  to  Moses,  "  I  know  thee  by  name ;" 
meaning,  "  I  bear  especial  favour  towards  thee."  Thus  our  Saviour  speaks 
to  St.  Thomas  by  name  in  the  place  here  referred  to. 


Wxt  (tontevmon  of  St.  IMttL* 

[January  25.] 


And  he  fell  to  the  earth,  and  heard  a  voice  saying  unto  him,  Saul,  Saul, 
why  perse  cutest  thou  me?  And  he  said,  Who  art  thou,  Lord?  And  the 
Lord  said,  I  am  Jesus  whom  thou  persecutest.    Acts  ix.  4,  5.     [Scripture  for 

the  Epistle.] 


[O  God,  who,  through  the  preaching  of  the  blessed  Apostle 
Saint  Paul,  hast  caused  the  light  of  the  gospel  to  shine  through- 
out the  world  ;  grant,  we  beseech  thee,  that  we,  having  his  won- 
derful conversion  in  remembrance,  may  show  forth  our  thankful- 
ness unto  thee  for  the  same,  by  following  the  holy  doctrine 
which  he  taught,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Jlmen.] 

THE  mid  day  sun,  with  fiercest  glare, 
Broods  o'er  the  hazy,  twinkling  air; 

*  [  Paul,  whose  name  was  Saul,  was  a  Jew  of  Tarsus  in  Cilicia.  He 
was  instructed  in  all  the  learning  of  his  nation  by  the  celebrated  Gamaliel. 
In  accordance,  however,  with  Jewish  usages,  he  learned  the  trade  of  a  tent- 
maker.  Being  a  great  zealot  for  the  law,  he  exerted  himself  in  every  way  to 
oppose  Christianity,  and  destroy  its  professors.  It  was  on  a  journey  of  per- 
secution to  Damascus,  that  he  was  suddenly  arrested  by  a  light  from  heaven, 
and  miraculously  converted  to  the  Christian  faith  by  the  voice  of  the  Lord 
Jesus  himself.  At  the  same  time  he  was  called  to  be  an  Apostle,  and  sent 
especially  to  the  Gentiles.     After  great  labours  and  perils,  in  which  he 


The  Conversion  of  St.  Paul.  303 

Along  the  level  sand 
The  palm-tree's  shade  unwavering  lies, 
Just  as  thy  towers,  Damascus,  rise 

To  greet  yon  wearied  band. 

The  leader  of  that  martial  crew 
Seems  bent  some  mighty  deed  to  do, 

So  steadily  he  speeds, 
With  lips  firm  clos'd  and  fixed  eye, 
Like  warrior  when  the  fight  is  nigh, 

Nor  talk  nor  landscape  heeds. 

What  sudden  blaze  is  round  him  pour'd, 
As  though  all  Heaven's  refulgent  hoard 

In  one  rich  glory  shone? 
One  moment — and  to  earth  he  falls  : 
What  voice  his  inmost  heart  appals  ? — 

Voice  heard  by  him  alone. 

For  to  the  rest  both  words  and  form 
Seem  lost  in  lightning  and  in  stormy 

While  Saul,  in  wakeful  trance, 
Sees  deep  within  that  dazzling  field 
His  persecuted  Lord  reveal'd 

With  keen  yet  pitying  glance : 

planted  many  churches,  and  wrote  fourteen  epistle3,  he  suffered  martyrdom 
at  Rome,  under  Nero,  A.D.  68.  The  festival  appointed  in  his  honour  com- 
memorates, not,  as  usual,  his  death,  but  his  conversion.  The  argument  for 
the  truth  of  Christianity  from  this  event,  has  been  most  admirably  stated 
by  Lord  Lyttlelon.  ] 


304  The  Conversion  of  St.  Paid. 

And  hears  the  meek  upbraiding  call 
As  gently  on  his  spirit  fall, 

As  if  th'  Almighty  Son 
Were  prisoner  yet  in  this  dark  earth, 
Nor  had  proclaim'd  his  royal  birth, 

Nor  his  great  power  begun. 

"  Ah  wherefore  persecut'st  thou  me?" 
He  heard  and  saw,  and  sought  to  free 

His  strain'd  eye  from  the  sight: 
But  Heaven's  high  magic  bound  it  there, 
Still  gazing,  though  untaught  to  bear 

Th'  insufferable  light. 

"  Who  art  thou,  Lord?"  he  falters  forth :- 
So  shall  Sin  ask  of  heaven  and  earth 

At  the  last  awful  day. 
"  When  did  we  see  thee  suffering  nigh,* 
"  And  pass'd  thee  with  unheeding  eye  ? 

"  Great  God  of  judgment,  say!" 

Ah!  little  dream  our  listless  eyes 
What  glorious  presence  they  despise. 

While,  in  our  noon  of  life, 
To  power  or  fame  we  rudely  press. — 
Christ  is  at  hand,  to  scorn  or  bless, 

Christ  suffers  in  our  strife. 

*    St.  Matthew  xxv.  44. 


The  Conversion  of  St.  Paid.  305 

And  though  heaven  gate  long  since  have  clos'd, 
And  our  dear  Lord  in  bliss  repos'd 

High  above  mortal  ken, 
To  every  ear  in  every  land 
(Though  meek  ears  only  understand)* 

He  speaks  as  He  did  then. 

"  Ah  wherefore  persecute  ye  me? 
"  'Tis  hard,  ye  so  in  love  should  bet 

11  With  your  own  endless  woe. 
M  Know,  though  at  God's  right  hand  I  live, 
44  I  feel  each  wound  ye  reckless  give 

44  To  the  least  saint  below. 

44 1  in  your  care  my  brethren  left,± 
44  Not  willing  ye  should  be  bereft 
44  Of  waiting  on  your  Lord. 


*  [  Is  it  not  to  meekness,  as  the  fruit  of  faith,  that  the  richest  encourage- 
ments of  the  Scripture  are  given  ?  "  The  meek  will  he  guide  in  judgment, 
and  the  meek  will  he  teach  his  way."  The  same  sentiment  is  embodied  in 
the  promise  of  the  same  Psalm  (25),  "  The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  with  them 
that  fear  him."  It  is  the  meek  and  contrite  spirit  which  is  described  by 
Isaiah  as  trembling  at  God's  word.  And  is  not  the  spirit  of  meekness  the 
spirit  of  that  precious  text,  "  If  any  man  will  do  his  will,  he  shall  know  ot 
the  doctrine,  whether  it  be  of  God  ?"  At  least  it  may  be  said,  that  meekness 
is  eminently  the  element  of  Christian  discipleship.  ] 

f  [  "  It  is  hard  for  thee  to  kick  against  the  pricks" — resistance  to  the  will 
of  God  is  self-destruction.  The  figure  is  taken  from  the  Eastern  mode  of  driv- 
ing oxen  with  a  goad,  against  which  the  restive  animal  kicks  back,  and  hurts 
himself.  ] 

X    [  "  The  poor  ye  have  always  with  you."  ] 
Z 


306  The  Conversion  of  St.  Paul. 

"  The  meanest  offering  ye  can  make — 
"  A  drop  of  water — for  love's  sake,* 
"  In  Heaven,  be  sure,  is  stor'd." 

O  by  those  gentle  tones  and  dear, 
When  Thou  hast  stay'd  our  wild  career, 

Thou  only  hope  of  souls, 
Ne'er  let  us  cast  one  look  behind, 
But  in  the  thought  of  Jesus  find 

What  every  thought  controls. 

As  to  thy  last  Apostle's  heart 

Thy  lightning  glance  did  then  impart 

Zeal's  never-dying  fire, 
So  teach  us  on  thy  shrine  to  lay 
Our  hearts,  and  let  them  day  by  day 

Intenser  blaze  and  higher. 

And  as  each  mild  and  winning  note 
(Like  pulses  that  round  harp-strings  float, 

When  the  full  strain  is  o'er) 
Left  lingering  on  his  inward  ear 
Music,  that  taught,  as  death  drew  near, 

Love's  lesson  more  and  more  : 

So,  as  we  walk  our  earthly  round, 
Still  may  the  echo  of  that  sound 
Be  in  our  memory  stor'd : 

*    St.  Matthew  x.  42. 


TTxe  Conversion  of  St.  Paul.  307 

"  Christians !  behold  your  happy  state : 
11  Christ  is  in  these,  who  round  you  wait; 
11  Make  much  of  your  dear  Lord !" 


Wxt  Xtartfifcntion, 

[February  2.] 


Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart,  for  they  shall  see  God. 

St.  Matthew  v. 


[Almighty  and  everliving  God,  we  humbly  beseech  thy  Ma- 
jesty, that  as  thy  only  begotten  Son  was  this  day  presented  in 
the  Temple  in  substance  of  our  flesh ;  so  we  may  be  presented 
unto  thee  with  pure  and  clean  hearts,  by  the  same  thy  Son  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.    Jlmen.] 

BLESS'D  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  God, 

*  [  This  is  a  double  festival.  It  commemorates  the  offering  under  the  law 
made  by  the  blessed  mother,  and  the  presentation,  in  agreement  with  the 
provision  of  the  same  law,  of  the  incarnate  Son,  in  the  temple  of  his  Father. 
The  narrative,  as  it  is  recorded  by  St.  Luke  i.  22 — 39,  needs  no  explanation, 
and  can  receive  no  additional  interest.  In  the  Book  of  Common  Prayer,  the 
name  of  the  festival  is  more  fully  descriptive  of  its  objects, — "  The  Presenta- 
tion of  Christ  in  the  Temple,  commonly  called  the  Purification  of  Saint  Mary 
the  Virgin."  It  is  also  known  in  England  as  "  Candlemas  day,"  because 
formerly  at  its  celebration  candles  were  lighted  in  the  Churches.  "  We 
carry  lights  in  our  hands^"  says  a  writer  of  the  twelfth  century,  quoted  by 


308  The  Purification. 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs, 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

Might  mortal  thought  presume 
To  guess  an  angel's  lay, 
Such  are  the  notes  that  echo  through 
The  courts  of  Heaven  to-day. 

Such  the  triumphal  hymns 
On  Sion's  Prince  that  wait, 
In  high  procession  passing  on 
Towards  -His  temple-gate. 

Give  ear,  ye  kings — bow  down, 
Ye  rulers  of  the  earth — 
This,  this  is  He ;  your  Priest  by  grace, 
Your  God  and  King  by  birth. 

No  pomp  of  earthly  guards 
Attends  with  sword  and  spear, 
And  all-defying,  dauntless  look, 

Their  monarch's  way  to  clear  : 


Bishop  Sparrow,  "first,  to  signify  that  our  light  should  shine  before  men ; 
secondly,  this  we  do  this  day  especially  in  memory  of  the  wise  virgins,  of 
whom  this  blessed  virgin  is  the  chief,  who  went  to  meet  their  Lord  with  their 
lamps  lighted  and  burning."  But  a  better  reason  is  found  in  the  description 
given  of  our  Lord  on  this  occasion,  by  good  old  Simeon,  as  "  a  light  to  lighten 
the  Gentiles."  The  practice  was  interdicted  in  1348,  by  the  order  of  Arch- 
bishop Cranmer.  ] 


The  Purification.  309 

Yet  are  there  more  with  him 
Than  all  that  are  with  you — 
The  armies  of  the  highest  Heaven, 
All  righteous,  good,  and  true. 

Spotless  their  robes  and  pure, 
Dipp'd  in  the  sea  of  light, 
That  hides  the  unapproached  shrine 
From  men's  and  angels'  sight. 

His  throne,  thy  bosom  blest, 
O  Mother  undefil'd— 
That  throne,  if  aught  beneath  the  skies, 
Beseems  the  sinless  child. 

Lost  in  high  thoughts,  "  whose  son 
"  The  wondrous  Babe  might  prove," 
Her  guileless  husband  walks  beside, 
Bearing  the  hallow'd  dove  ;* 

Meet  emblem  of  His  vow, 
Who,  on  this  happy  day, 
His  dove-like  soul — best  sacrifice — 
Did  on  God's  altar  lay. 


*  [  This  was  the  offering  permitted  by  the  law  to  the  poor.  "And  if  she 
be  not  able  to  bring  a  lamb,  then  she  shall  bring  two  turtle-doves."  Leviticus 
xii.  8.    So  did  he,  who  was  rich,  for  our  sakes  become  poor.  ] 

z  2 


310  HiePu  rification . 

But  who  is  he,  by  years* 
Bow'd,  but  erect  in  heart, 
Whose  prayers  are  struggling  with  his  tears  ? 
"  Lord,  let  me  now  depart. 

"  Now  hath  thy  servant  seen 
44  Thy  saving  health,  O  Lord : 
44  'Tis  time  that  I  depart  in  peace, 
44  According  to  thy  word." 

Yet  swells  the  pomp  :  one  more 
Comes  forth  to  bless  her  God : 
Full  fourscore  years,  meek  widow,  shet 
Her  heaven- ward  way  hath  trod. 

She  who  to  earthly  joys 
So  long  had  given  farewell, 
Now  sees,  unlook'd  for,  Heaven  on  earth, 
Christ  in  His  Israel. 

Wide  open  from  that  hour 
The  temple-gates  are  set, 
And  still  the  saints  rejoicing  there 
The  holy  Child  have  met. 

*  [  Simeon,  a  man  just  and  devout,  who  waited  for  the  consolation  oi" 
Israel.  J 

f  [  Anna,  a  prophetess,  a  widow  of  about  fourscore  and  four  years,  which 
departed  not  from  the  temple,  but  served  God  with  fastings  and  prayers  night 
and  day.  Such  as  these  two  devout  and  holy  persons  are  they  to  whom,  in 
all  ages,  the  Lord's  Christ  has  been  revealed.  J 


The  Purification.  311 

Now  count  his  train  to-day, 
And  who  may  meet  him,  learn  : 
Him  child-like  sires,  meek  maidens  find, 
Where  pride  can  nought  discern. 

Still  to  the  lowly  soul 
He  doth  himself  impart, 
And  for  His  cradle  and  His  throne 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart.* 

*  [  There  are  more  senses  than  one  in  which  the  blessedness  of  seeing  God 
belongs  to  the  pure  in  heart.  To  them  it  is  given  to  understand  his  will  here, 
as  hereafter  to  know  even  as  they  are  known.  ] 


St.  JWattMaB'  Bag** 

[February  24.] 

Wherefore  of  these  men,  which  have  companied  with  us  all  the  time  that 
the  Lord  Jesus  went  in  and  out  among  us  j  beginning  from  the  baptism  of 
John,  until  that  same  day  that  he  was  taken  up  from  us,  must  one  be 
ordained  to  be  a  witness  with  us  of  his  resurrection.  Acts  i.  21,  22.  [Scrip- 
ture for  the  Epistle.] 


[O  Almighty  God,  who  into  the  place  of  the  traitor  Judas  didst 
choose  thy  faithful  servant  Matthias,  to  be  of  the  number  of  the 
twelve  apostles;  grant  that  thy  Church,  being  always  preserved 
from  false  apostles,  may  be  ordered  and  guided  by  faithful  and 
true  Pastors,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.'] 

WHO  is  God's  chosen  priest? 
He,  who  on  Christ  stands  waiting  day  and  night, 
Who  trac'd  His  holy  steps,  nor  ever  ceas'd 
From  Jordan  banks  to  Bethphage  height : 


*  [  St.  Matthias,  probably  of  the  seventy,  was  chosen  under  the  divine 
direction,  to  supply  the  vacant  apostleship  of  Judas,  who,  "  by  transgression, 
fell."  It  is  remarkable  that  this  event,  as  St.  Peter  plainly  showed  (Acts  i. 
20),  was  the  subject  of  express  prophecy.  ] 


St.  Matthias'  Day.  313 

Who  hath  learn'd  lowliness 
From  his  Lord's  cradle,  patience  from  his  cross ; 
Whom  poor  men's  eyes  and  hearts  consent  to  bless ; 
To  whom,  for  Christ,  the  world  is  loss  ; 

Who  both  in  agony- 
Hath  seen  Him  and  in  glory ;  and  in  both 
Own'd  Him  divine,  and  yielded,  nothing  loth, 
Body  and  soul,  to  live  and  die, 

In  witness  of  his  Lord, 
In  humble  following  of  his  Saviour  dear : 
This  is  the  man  to  wield  th'  unearthly  sword, 
W^arring  unharm'd  with  sin  and  fear. 

But  who  can  e'er  suffice* — 
What  mortal — for  this  more  than  angel's  task, 
Winning  or  losing  souls,  Thy  life-blood's  price  ? 
The  gift  were  too  divine  to  ask, 

But  Thou  hast  made  it  sure 
By  Thy  dear  promise  to  Thy  Church  and  Bride, 
That  Thou,  on  earth,  would'st  aye  with  her  endure, 
Till  earth  to  Heaven  be  purified.t 

Thou  art  her  only  spouse, 
Whose  arm  supports  her,  on  whose  faithful  breast 

*    [  Who  is  sufficient  for  these  things  ?    2  Corinthians  ii.  16.  ] 
t    [  Lo,  I  am  with  you  always,  even  untc-the  end  of  the  world.    St.  Mat- 
thew xxviii.  20.  ] 


314  St.  Matthias9  Day. 

Her  persecuted  head  she  meekly  bows, 
Sure  pledge  of  her  eternal  rest. 

Thou,  her  unerring  guide, 
Stayest  her  fainting  steps  along  the  wild ; 
Thy  mark  is  on  the  bowers  of  lust  and  pride, 
That  she  may  pass  them  undefiTd. 

Who  then,  uncalFd  by  Thee, 
Dare  touch  thy  spouse,  thy  very  self  below  ? 
Or  who  dare  count  him  summon'd  worthily, 
Except  thine  hand  and  seal  he  show  ? 

Where  can  thy  seal  be  found, 
But  on  the  chosen  seed,  from  age  to  age 
By  thine  anointed  heralds  duly  crown'd, 

As  kings  and  priests  thy  war  to  wage  ?* 

Then  fearless  walk  we  forth, 
Yet  full  of  trembling,  Messengers  of  God : 


*  [  This  is  a  pregnant  question.  The  ministers  of  Christ  either  represent 
him,  or  act  in  their  own  name.  If  the  latter,  what  authority  have  they  more 
than  other  men  ?  If  the  former,  where  is  the  evidence  of  their  authority  to 
represent  Christ  ?  That  he  sent  the  apostles  in  his  own  name  is  evident.  That 
they  in  like  manner  sent  others  is  evident.  That  from  the  apostles'  times  the 
sacred  chain  has  never  yet  been  broken  is  evident.  Where  shall  the  seal  be 
looked  for  then,  but  among  them  who,  from  age  to  age,  have  still  been  sent  by 
those  whom  Christ  sent,  as  the  Father  first  sent  him  ?  What  warrant  surer 
need  there  be  than  theirs,  which,  issued  at  the  first  by  Christ  himself,  has  since 
been  handed  down,  from  hand  to  hand,  as  duly  and  as  certainly  as  the  inspir- 
ed record  of  our  faith  ?  ] 


St.  Matthias'  Day.  315 

Our  warrant  sure,  but  doubting  of  our  worth, 
By  our  own  shame  alike  and  glory  aw'd. 

Dread  Searcher  of  the  hearts, 
Thou  who  didst  seal  by  thy  descending  Dove 
Thy  servant's  choice,  0  help  us  in  our  parts, 

Else  helpless  found,  to  learn  and  teach  thy  love. 


Ehe  SUimincfatfon  jtf  the  Blessett  WivQin 

[March  25.] 


And  the  Angel  came  in  unto  her,  and  said,  Hail,  thou  that  art  highly  favour- 
ed, the  Lord  is  with  thee,  blessed  art  thou  among  women.  St.  Luke  i.  28. 
[Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[We  beseech  thee,  O  Lord,  pour  thy  grace  into  our  hearts  ;  that 
as  we  have  known  the  incarnation  of  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  by  the 
message  of  an  angel ;  so  by  his  cross  and  passion  we  may  be 
brought  unto  the  glory  of  his  resurrection  through  the  same  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.] 

OH  Thou  who  deign'st  to  sympathize 
With  all  our  frail  and  fleshly  ties, 

*  [  This  festival,  frequently  denominated  Lady  Day,  commemorates  the 
annunciation,  or  declaration  made  by  the  angel  Gabriel  to  the  Virgin  Mary, 
that  she  should  become,  by  the  overshadowing  of  the  Holy  Ghost,  the  mother 
of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ.  ] 


316  The  Annunciation. 

Maker,  yet  Brother  dear, 
Forgive  the  too  presumptuous  thought, 
If,  calming  wayward  grief,  I  sought 

To  gaze  on  Thee  too  near. 

Yet  sure  'twas  not  presumption,  Lord, 
'Twas  thine  own  comfortable  word 

That  made  the  lesson  known  : 
Of  all  the  dearest  bonds  we  prove, 
Thou  countest  sons'  and  mothers'  love 

Most  sacred,  most  thine  own. 

When  wandering  here  a  little  span, 
Thou  took'st  on  Thee  to  rescue  man, 

Thou  hadst  no  earthly  sire : 
That  wedded  love  we  prize  so  dear, 
As  if  our  heaven  and  home  were  here. 

It  lit  in  Thee  no  fire. 

On  no  sweet  sister's  faithful  breast 
Wouldst  thou  thine  aching  forehead  rest. 

On  no  kind  brother  lean : 
But  who,  O  perfect  filial  heart, 
E'er  did  like  Thee  a  true  son's  part. 

Endearing,  firm,  serene  ? 

Thou  wept'st,  meek  maiden,  mother  mild. 
Thou  wept'st  upon  thy  sinless  child, 
Thy  very  heart  was  riven : 


The  Annunciation.  317 

And  yet,  what  mourning  matron  here 
Would  deem  thy  sorrows  bought  too  dear 
By  all  on  this  side  heaven  ? 

A  son  that  never  did  amiss, 

That  never  sham'd  his  mother's  kiss, 

Nor  cross'd  her  fondest  prayer: 
Even  from  the  tree  he  deign'd  to  bow 
For  her  his  agonized  brow, 

Her,  his  sole  earthly  care.* 

Ave  Maria  !  blessed  Maid  ! 
Lily  of  Eden's  fragrant  shade, 

Who  can  express  the  love 
That  nurtur'd  thee  so  pure  and  sweet, 
Making  thy  heart  a  shelter  meet 

For  Jesus'  holy  Dove  I 

Ave  Maria  !  Mother  blest, 

To  whom  caressing  and  caress'd, 

Clings  the  Eternal  child; 
Favour' d  beyond  Archangel's  dream, 
When  first  on  thee  with  tenderest  gleam 

Thy  new-born  Saviour  smil'd  : — 

*  [  There  is  no  passage  in  the  whole  Scripture  of  deeper  and  more  touch- 
ing pathos  than  that  which  records  the  Saviour's  commendation  of  his  mo- 
ther to  the  beloved  disciple.  "  When  Jesus,  therefore,  saw  his  mother  and 
the  disciple  standing  by  whom  he  loved,  he  saith  unto  his  mother,  Woman, 
behold  thy  Son.  Then  saith  he  to  the  disciple,  Behold  thy  mother;  and  from 
that  hour  that  disciple  took  her  to  his  own  home."  Si.  John  xix.  26,  27.  ] 
2    A 


3 1 8  The  Annunciation. 

Ave  Maria  !  Thou  whose  name 
All  but  adoring  love  may  claim,* 

Yet  may  we  reach  thy  shrine ; 
For  He,  thy  Son  and  Saviour,  vows 
To  crown  all  lowly  lofty  brows 

With  love  and  joy  like  thine. 

Bless'd  is  the  womb  that  bare  Him — bless'dt 
The  bosom  where  his  lips  were  press'd, 
But  rather  bless'd  are  they 


*  [  The  Church  in  this,  as  in  all  other  things,  follows  closely  alter  the 
Scriptures.  The  mother  of.  our  Lord  she  regards  and  honours  as  "  blessed 
among  women  ;"  but  she  pays  her  no  adoration,  and  raises  her  into  no  com- 
petition with  the  "one  mediator  between  God  and  man."    So  Bishop  Mam.— 

"  Blest  among  women  is  thy  lot : 
But  higher  meed  we  yield  thee  not, 
Nor  more  than  woman's  name. 

"  Nor  solemn  ■  Hail'  to  thee  we  pay 
Nor  prayer  to  thee  for  mercy  pray, 

Nor  hymn  of  glory  raise  ; 
Nor  thine  we  deem  is  God's  high  throne, 
Nor  thine  the  birth-right  of  thy  Son 

The  Mediator's  praise. 

11  Mother  of  Jesus,  Parent  dear  ! 

If  aught  of  earthly  thou  couldst  hear, 

If  aught  of  human  see  ; 
What  pangs  thy  humble  heart  must  wring, 
To  know  thy  Saviour,  Lord  and  King, 
Dishonoured  thus  for  thee  !"  ] 
f  St.  Luke  xi.  27,  28. 


The  Annunciation.  319 

Who  hear  his  word  and  keep  it  well, 
The  living  homes  where  Christ  shall  dwell, 
And  never  pass  away. 


St  iraarft's  Bag-* 

[April  25.] 

And  the  contention  was  so  sharp  between  them,  that  they  departed  asun- 
der the  one  from  the  other.    Acts  xv.  39. 

Compare  2  Timothy  iv.  11.  Take  Mark,  and  bring  him  with  thee,  for  he  is 
profitable  to  me  for  the  ministry. 


[O  Almighty  God,  who  hast  instructed  thy  Holy  Church  with 
the  heavenly  doctrine  of  thy  Evangelist  Saint  Mark ;  give  us 
grace,  that  being  not  like  children  carried  away  with  every  blast 
of  vain  doctrine,  we  may  be  established  in  the  truth  of  the  holy 
Gospel,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Jlmen.] 

OH  !  who  shall  dare  in  this  frail  scene 
On  holiest  happiest  thoughts  to  lean, 

On  Friendship,  Kindred,  or  on  Love  ? 

*  [  St.  Mark  is  one  of  the  two  who  are  commemorated  by  the  Church 
as  Evangelists;  he  having  written  one  of  the  four  Gospels,  though  not  called 
to  be  an  apostle.  He  was  the  companion,  however,  of  Paul  and  Barnabas  and 
Peter,  with  whom  he  preached  the  Gospel.  He  was  the  sister's  son  of  Bar- 
nabas, his  mother  being  that  Mary  to  whose  house  at  Jerusalem  the  disciples 
much  resorted  (Acts  xii.  12).  He  is  commonly  known  in  Scripture  as  John 
Mark,  and  is  declared  by  Eusebius  to  have  been  the  first  bishop  of  Alexan- 
dria. ] 


320  St.  Mark's  Day. 

Since  not  Apostles'  hands  can  clasp 
Each  other  in  so  firm  a  grasp, 

But  they  shall  change  and  variance  prove. 

Yet  deem  not,  on  such  parting  sad 
Shall  dawn  no  welcome  dear  and  glad : 

Divided  in  their  earthly  race, 
Together  at  the  glorious  goal, 
Each  leading  many  a  rescu'd  soul, 

The  faithful  champions  shall  embrace. 

For  even  as  those  mysterious  Four, 
Who  the  bright  whirling  wheels  upbore 

By  Chebar  in  the  fiery  blast,* 
So,  on  their  tasks  of  love  and  praise 
The  saints  of  God  their  several  ways 

Right  onward  speed,  yet  join  atlast.t 

And  sometimes  even  beneath  the  moon 
The  Saviour  gives  a  gracious  boon, 
When  reconciled  Christians  meet, 

*  Ezekiel  i.  9.  They  turned  not  when  they  went — they  went  every  on»- 
straightforward. 

f  [  The  whole  passage  in  Ezekiel  is  most  glorious  and  majestic.  Th< 
paraphrase  here  used  of  the  Scriptural  phrase  "  straight  forward"  is  Mil 
tonic,— 

"  Yet,  I  argue  not 


Against  Heaven's  hand  or  will,  nor  bate  a  jot 
Of  heart  or  hope  ;  but  still  bear  up,  and  steer 
Right  onward." 

Sonnet  to  Cyriac  Skinner.  ] 


SIT.  Mark's  Day.  3S1 

And  face  to  face,  and  heart  to  heart, 
High  thoughts  of  holy  love  impart 

In  silence  meek,  or  converse  sweet. 

Companion  of  the  Saints  !  'twas  thine 
To  taste  that  drop  of  peace  divine, 

When  the  great  soldier  of  thy  Lord 
Callfd  thee  to  take  his  last  farewell,* 
Teaching  the  Church  with  joy  to  tell 

The  story  of  your  love  restor'd. 

0  then  the  glory  and  the  bliss, 
When  all  that  pain'd  or  seem'd  amiss 

Shall  melt  with  earth  and  sin  away ! 
When  saints  beneath  their  Saviour's  eye, 
Fill'd  with  each  other's  company, 

Shall  spend  in  love  the  eternal  day  ! 

*  [  It  is  delightful  to  see  that  as  the  first  of  the  two  texts  quoted  as  a 
motto  to  these  verses,  exhibits  the  apostles  as  men  in  their  contention,  the 
second  represents  them  as  Christian  men  in  their  reconciliation.  Of  the  sam^ 
Mark,  St.  Paul  elsewhere  speaks,  as  being  with  him  in  his  imprisonment  at 
Rome, and  being  a  "  comfort"  to  him.    Col.  iv.  11.  ] 


2  a  2 


St  Putt?  amr  St  James.* 

[May  1.] 

Let  the  brother  of  low  degree  rejoice  in  that  he  is  exalted  :  but  the  rich,  in 
that  he  is  made  low.    St.  James  i.  9,  10.    [Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[O  Almighty  God,  whom  truly  to  know  is  everlasting  lite; 
grant  us  perfectly  to  know  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  to  be  the  way. 
the  truth  and  the  life ;  that  following  the  steps  of  thy  Holy  Apos- 
tles, Saint  Philip  and  Saint  James,  we  may  steadfastly  walk  in 
the  way  that  leadeth  to  eternal  life,  through  the  same  thy  Son 
Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen~[ 


DEAR  is  the  morning  gale  of  spring, 
And  dear  th'  autumnal  eve  ; 


*  [  Philip,  a  fisherman  of  Bethsaida,  the  city  of  Andrew  and  Teter,  waa 
the  first  disciple  whom  our  Saviour  called,  and  was  numbered  with  the  twelve 
Apostles.  James,  also  one  of  the  twelve,  is  called  in  Scripture  the  son  of 
Alpheus,  or  Cleophas,  and  also  the  brother  of  our  Lord— that  is,  his  near 
kinsman,  their  mothers  being  sisters.  He  is  called  James  the  less  (either  in 
reference  to  his  stature,  or  his  age,  or  perhaps  his  inferior  prominence  in  the 
Gospel),  to  distinguish  him  from  James  the  greater,  the  son  of  Zebedee. 
He  was  also  surnamed  the  Just.  He  wrote  the  general  Epistle  which  beam 
his  name,  and  was  the  first  Bishop  of  Jerusalem.  ] 


St.  Philip  and  St.  James.  323 

But  few  delights  can  summer  bring 
A  Poet's  crown  to  weave. 

Her  bowers  are  mute,  her  fountains  dry. 

And  ever  Fancy's  wing 
Speeds  from  beneath  her  cloudless  sky, 

To  autumn  or  to  spring. 

Sweet  is  the  infant's  waking  smile, 

And  sweet  the  old  man's  rest — 
But  middle  age  by  no  fond  wile, 

No  soothing  calm  is  blest. 

Still  in  the  world's  hot  restless  gleam 

She  plies  her  weary  task, 
While  vainly  for  some  pleasant  dream 

Her  wandering  glances  ask. — 

O  shame  upon  thee,  listless  heart, 

So  sad  a  sigh  to  heave, 
As  if  thy  Saviour  had  no  part 

In  thoughts,  that  make  thee  grieve. 

As  if  along  his  lonesome  way 

He  had  not  borne  for  thee 
Sad  languors  through  the  summer  day, 

Storms  on  the  wintry  sea. 

Youth's  lightning  flash  of  joy  secure 
Pass'd  seldom  o'er  His  spright, — 


324  St.  Philip  and  St.  James. 

A  well  of  serious  thought  and  pure, 
Too  deep  for  earthly  light. 

No  spring  was  His — no  fairy  gleam — 

For  He  by  trial  knew 
How  cold  and  bare  what  mortals  dream. 

To  worlds  where  all  is  true.* 

Then  grudge  not  thou  the  anguish  keen 
Which  makes  thee  like  thy  Lord, 

And  learn  to  quit  with  eye  serene 
Thy  youth's  ideal  hoard. 

Thy  treasur'd  hopes  and  raptures  hi^h — 
Unmurmuring  let  them  go, 

Nor  grieve  the  bliss  should  quickly  fly 
Which  Christ  disdain'd  to  know. 

Thou  shalt  have  joy  in  sadness  soon  ; 

The  pure,  calm  hope  be  thine, 
Which  brightens,  like  the  eastern  moon, 
%*  As  day's  wild  lights  decline. 

Thus  souls,  by  nature  pitch'd  too  high, 
By  sufferings  plung'd  too  low, 

Meet  in  the  Church's  middle  sky, 
Halfway  'twixtjoy  and  woe, 


*     [  To,  compared  with.  ] 


St.  Philip  and  St.  James.  325 


To  practise  there  the  soothing  lay- 
That  sorrow  best  relieves  : 

Thankful  for  all  God  takes  away, 
Humbled  by  all  He  gives. 


St.  BaniafcKL* 

[June  11.] 

The  Son  of  consolation,  a  Levite. 


Acts  iv.  96. 


[O  Lord  God  Almighty,  who  didst  endue  thy  holy  Apostle  Bar- 
nabas with  singular  gifts  of  the  Holy  Ghost;  leave  us  not,  we  be- 
seech thee,  destitute  of  thy  manifold  gifts,  nor  yet  of  grace  to  use 
them  alway  to  thy  honour  and  glory,  through  Jesus  Christ  our 
Lord.     Amen.] 

THE  world  fs  a  room  of  sickness,  where  each  heart 

Knows  its  own  anguish  and  unrest ; 
The  truest  wisdom  there,  and  noblest  art, 

Is  his,  who  skills  of  comfort  best ; 

*  [  Joses,  afterwards  called  Barnabas,  was  a  Jew  of  Cyprus.  From  tin 
<ale  of  his  estates,  and  contribution  of  the  value,  for  the  relief  of  the  poor,, 
at  the  time  of  his  conversion  to  the  Christian  faith,  he  received  the  latter 
name,  which  signifies  "son  of  consolation."  He  is  called  in  Scripture  an 
Apostle,  though  not  one  of  the  twelve,  and  was  much  associated  with  St. 
Paul  in  the  work  of  edifying  the  Church.  ] 


326  St.  Barnabas. 

Whom  by  the  softest  step  and  gentlest  tone 
Enfeebled  spirits  own, 
And  love  to  raise  the  languid  eye, 
When,  like  an  angel's  wing,  they  feel  him  fleeting  by  : — 

Feel  only — for  in  silence  gently  gliding 

Fain  would  he  shun  both  ear  and  sight, 
'Twixt  Prayer  and  watchful  Love  his  heart  dividing, 

A  nursing  father  day  and  night.* 
Such  were  the  tender  arms,  where  cradled  lay, 
In  her  sweet  natal  day, 
The  Church  of-  Jesus;  such  the  love 
He  to  his  chosen  taught  for  His  dear  widow'd  Dove. 

Warm'd  underneath  the  Comforter's  safe  wing 
They  spread  th'  endearing  warmth  around : 
Mourners,  speed  here  your  broken  hearts  to  bring, 

Here  healing  dews  and  balms  abound  :> 
Here  are  soft  hands  that  cannot  bless  in  vain, 
By  trial  taught  your  pain : 
Here  loving  hearts,  that  daily  know 
The  heavenly  consolations  they  on  you  bestow. 

Sweet  thoughts  are  theirs,  that  breathe  serenest  calms. 
Of  holy  offerings  timely  paid,t 


*  [  Can  there  be  imagined  a  delineation  more  delightful  than  this  of  the 
pastoral  visitation  of  the  sick  ?  ] 

f  Acts  iv.  37.  Having  land,  he  sold  it,  and  brought  the  money,  and  laid 
it  at  the  Apostles'  feet. 


St.  Barnabas.  327 

Of  fire  from  Heaven  to  bless  their  votive  alms 

And  passions  on  God's  altar  laid. 
The  world  to  them  is  clos'd,  and  now  they  shine 
With  rays  of  love  divine, 
Through  darkest  nooks  of  this  dull  earth 
Pouring,  in  showery  times,  their  glow  of  "  quiet  mirth. ,? 

New  hearts  before  their  Saviour's  feet  to  lay, 

This  is  their  first  their  dearest  joy : 
Their  next,  from  heart  to  heart  to  clear  the  way,* 

For  mutual  love  without  alloy  : 
Never  so  blest,  as  when  in  Jesus'  roll 
They  write  some  hero-soul, 
More  pleas'd  upon  his  brightening  road 
To  wait,  than  if  their  own  with  all  his  radiance  glow'd. 

O  happy  spirits,  mark'd  by  God  and  man 

Their  messages  of  love  to  bear,t 
What  though  long  since  in  Heaven  your  brows  began 

The  genial  amarant  wreath  to  wrear, 
And  in  tli>  eternal  leisure  of  calm  love 
Ye  banquet  there  above, 
Yet  in  your  sympathetic  heart 
We  and  our  earthly  griefs  may  ask  and  hope  a  part. 


*     Acts  ix.  27.     Barnabas  took  him,  and  brought  him  (Saul)  to  the  Apos- 
s.     [  It  is  said  that  Barnabas  and  Saul  were  fellow-disciples  of  Gamaliel. 
id  hence  their  acquaintance.  ] 
r     Acts  si.  22  :  xiii.  2. 


328  St.  Barnabas. 

Comfort's  true  sons !  amid  the  thoughts  of  down 

That  strew  your  pillow  of  repose, 
Sure,  'tis  one  joy  to  muse,  how  ye  unknown 

By  sweet  remembrance  soothe  our  woes, 
And  how  the  spark  ye  lit,  of  heavenly  cheer, 
Lives  in  our  embers  here, 
Where'er  the  Cross  is  born  with  smiles, 
Or  lighten'd  secretly  by  Love's  endearing  wiles : 

Where'er  one  Levite  in  the  temple  keeps 
The  watch-fire  of  his  midnight  prayer, 
Or  issuing  thence,  the  eyes  of  mourners  steeps 

In  heavenly  balm,  fresh  gather'd  there ; 
Thus  saints,  that  seem  to  die  in  earth's  rude  strife, 
Only  win  double  life  : 
They  have  but  left  our  weary  ways 
To  live  in  memory  here,  in  heaven  by  love  and  praise. 


J 


St.  5ofw  Bajrtfst's  Bag:* 

[JUNE  24.] 

Eehold  I  will  send  you  Elijah  the  prophet,  before  the  great  and  terrible  day 
of  the  Lord  :  and  he  shall  turn  the  heart  of  the  fathers  unto  the  children,  and 
the  heart  of  the  children  to  the  fathers.  Malachi  iv.  5,  6.  [First  Evening 
Lesson.] 


[Almighty  God,  by  whose  providence  thy  servant  John  Baptist 
was  wonderfully  born,  and  sent  to  prepare  the  way  of  thy  Son  our 
Saviour,  by  preaching  repentance  ;  make  us  so  to  follow  his  doc- 
trine and  holy  life,  that  we  may  truly  repent  according  to  his 
preaching;  and  after  his  example  constantly  speak  the  truth, 
boldly  rebuke  vice,  and  patiently  suffer  for  the  truth's  sake  through 
Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.  AmenJ\ 
* 

TWICE  in  her  season  of  decay 
The  fallen  Church  hath  felt  Elijah's  eye 

Dart  from  the  wild  its  piercing  ray : 
Not  keener  burns,  in  the  chill  morning  sky, 

*  [  John  the  Baptist  was  the  predicted  forerunner  of  Jesus,  and  his  miss- 
ion forms  the  connecting  link  between  the  Old  and  Xew  Testaments.  He 
was  the  son  of  Zacharias  and  Elizabeth,  and  took  the  name,  which  distin- 
guishes him  from  John  the  Apostle  and  Evangelist,  from  his  administration  of 

2  B 


330  St.  John  Baptist's  Day. 

The  herald  star 
Whose  touch  afar 
Shadows  and  boding  night-birds  fly. 

Methinks  we  need  him  once  again, 
That  favour'd  seer — but  where  shall  he  be  found  ? 

By  Cherith's  side  we  seek  in  vain, 
In  vain  on  CarmePs  green  and  lonely  mound: 
Angels  no  more 
From  Sinai  soar, 
On  his  celestial  errands  bound. 

But  wafted  to  her  glorious  place 
By  harmless  fire,  among  the  ethereal  thrones, 

His  spirit  with  a  dear  embrace 
Thee  the  lov'd  harbinger  of  Jesus  owns, 
Well  pleas'd  to  view 
Her  likeness  true, 
And  trace,  in  thine,  her  own  deep  tones. 

Deathless  himself,  he  joys  with  thee 
To  commune  how  a  faithful  martyr  dies, 

And  in  the  blest  could  envy  be, 
He  would  behold  thy  wounds  with  envious  eyes, 


The  rite  of  baptism  to  the  multitudes  of  Judea,  and  to  our  blessed  Lord.  In 
the  case  of  all  the  other  saints,  except  St.  Paul,  their  martyrdom  is  celebrated  : 
in  his,  his  nativity;  thus  literally  fulfilling  the  prediction  of  the  angel,  that 
many  should  "  rejoice  in  his  birth."  ] 


St.  John  Baptist's  Bay.  331 

Star  of  our  morn, 
Who  yet  unborn* 

Didst  guide  our  hope,  where  Christ  should  rise. 

Now  resting  from  your  jealous  care 
For  sinners,  such  as  Eden  cannot  know, 
Ye  pour  for  us  your  mingled  prayer, 
No  anxious  fear  to  damp  Affection's  glow, 
Love  draws  a  cloud 
From  you  to  shroud 
Rebellion's  mystery  here  below. 

And  since  we  see,  and  not  afar, 
The  twilight  of  the  great  and  dreadful  day, 

Why  linger,  till  Elijah's  car 
Stoop  from  the  clouds  ?     Why  sleep  ye  ?  rise  and  pray, 
Ye  heralds  seal'd 
In  camp  or  field 
Your  Saviour's  banner  to  display. 

Where  is  the  lore  the  Baptist  taught, 
The  soul  unswerving  and  the  fearless  tongue  ?t 

The  much-enduring  wisdom,  sought 
By  lonely  prayer  the  haunted  rocks  among  ? 


*    St.  Luke  i.  44.    The  Babe  leaped  in  her  womb  for  joy. 

t  [  After  his  example,  says  the  Church,  in  the  collect  for  this  day,  "  con- 
stantly speak  the  truth,  boldly  rebuke  vice,  and  patiently  suffer  for  the 
truth's  sake."  ] 


332  St.  John  Baptist's  Day. 

Who  counts  it  gain* 
His  light  should  wane, 
So  the  whole  world  to  Jesus  throng? 

Thou  Spirit  who  the  Church  didst  lend 
Her  eagle  wings,  to  shelter  in  the  wild,t 

We  pray  thee,  ere  the  Judge  descend, 
With  flames  like  these,  all  bright  and  undefil'd, 
Her  watchfires  light, 
To  guide  aright 
Our  weary  souls,  by  earth  beguil'd. 

So  glorious  let  thy  Pastors  shine, 
That  by  their  speaking  lives  the  world  may  learn 

First  filial  duty,  then  divine,J 
That  sons  to  parents,  all  to  Thee  may  turn ; 
And  ready  prove 
In  fires  of  love, 
At  sight  of  Thee,  for  aye  to  burn. 

*    St.  John  iii.  30.    He  must  increase,  but  I  must  decrease. 

f    Revelations  xii.  14. 

X  Malachi  iv.  6.  He  shall  turn  the  heart  of  the  fathers  to  the  children, 
and  the  heart  of  the  children  to  the  fathers. 

St.  Luke  i.  17.  To  turn  the  hearts  of  the  fathers  to  the  children,  and  thr 
disobedient  to  the  wisdom  of  the  just ;  to  make  ready  a  people  prepared  for 
the  Lord. 


St.  Jeter's  Ba%.* 

[June  29.] 

When  Herod  would  have  brought  him  out,  the  same  night  Peter  was  sleep- 
ing.   Acts  xii.  6.     [Scripture  for  the  Epistle.] 

[O  Almighty  God,  who,  by  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ,  didst  give  to 
thy  Apostle  Saint  Peter  many  excellent  gifts,  and  commandedst 
him  earnestly  to  feed  thy  flock ;  make,  we  beseech  thee,  all  Bishops 
and  Pastors  diligently  to  preach  thy  holy  Word,  and  the  people 
obediently  to  follow  the  same,  that  they  may  receive  the  crown 
of  everlasting  glory,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Jimcn.~[ 

THOU  thrice  denied,  yet  thrice  belov'd,t 
Watch  by  thine  own  forgiven  friend : 


*  [  Peter,  a  native  and  fisherman  of  Bethsaida,  was  the  brother  of  Andrew, 
and  resided  in  Capernaum.  He  was  among  the  first  followers  of  Jesus,  and 
one  of  the  twelve  Apostles.  To  his  name  Simon,  Jesus  added  that  of  Peter 
(or  Cephas),  the  one  the  Greek,  and  the  other  the  Hebrew  name,  for  rock.  He, 
with  James  the  greater  and  John,  was  the  most  favoured  of  the  Apostles.  He 
was  illustrious  for  his  zeal  and  activity,  as  also  for  his  denial  of  his  Lord,  and 
subsequent  repentance.  He  was  more  especially  the  Apostle  of  the  Jews,  a? 
Paul  was  of  the  Gentiles.  His  labours  in  planting  the  Gospel  were  great  and 
successful.    He  has  left  two  general  Epistles.  ] 

t    St.  John  xxi.  15,  16, 17. 

2  b2 


334  /  St.  Peter's  Day. 

In  sharpest  perils  faithful  prov'd, 
Let  his  soul  love  thee  to  the  end. 

The  prayer  is  heard — else  why  so  deep 

His  slumber  on  the  eve  of  death  ?* 
And  wherefore  smiles  he  in  his  sleep 

As  one  who  drew  celestial  breath  ? 

He  loves  and  is  belov'd  again — 

Can  his  soul  choose  but  be  at  rest  ? 
Sorrow  hath  fled  away,  and  Pain 

Dares  not  invade  the  guarded  nest. 

He  dearly  loves,  and  not  alone : 

For  his  wing'd  thoughts  are  soaring  high 

Where  never  yet  frail  heart  was  known 
To  breathe  in  vain  affection's  sigh. 

He  loves  and  weeps — but  more  than  tears 
Have  seal'd  thy  welcome  and  his  love — 
One  look  lives  in  him,  and  endears 

Crosses  and  wrongs  where'er  he  rove : 

That  gracious  chiding  look,t  Thy  call 

To  win  him  to  himself  and  Thee, 
Sweetening  the  sorrow  of  his  fall 

Which  else  were  ru'd  too  bitterly. 

*    [  His  being  found  sleeping,  beautifully  illustrates  his  Christian  calmne 
and  composure.  ] 
t    St.  Luke  xxii.  61. 


St.  Peter's  Day.  339 

Even  through  the  veil  of  sleep  it  shines, 
The  memory  of  that  kindly  glance ; — 

The  Angel  watching  by  divines 

And  spares  awhile  his  blissful  trance. 

Or  haply  to  his  native  lake* 

His  vision  wafts  him  back,  to  talk 
With  Jesus,  ere  his  flight  he  takes, 

As  in  that  solemn  evening  walk, 

When  to  the  bosom  of  his  friend, 

The  Shepherd,  He  whose  name  is  Good, 

Did  His  dear  lambs  and  sheep  commend, 
Both  bought  and  nourished  with  His  blood : 

Then  laid  on  him  th'  inverted  tree,t 

Which  firm  embrac'd  with  heart  and  arm, 

Might  cast  o'er  hope  and  memory, 
O'er  life  and  death,  its  awful  charm. 

With  brightening  heart  he  bears  it  on, 

His  passport  thro'  th'  eternal  gates, 
To  his  sweet  home — so  nearly  won, 

He  seems,  as  by  the  door  he  waits, 


*    I  See  the  passage  here  so  happily  alluded  to,  John  xxi.  15 — 17.  ] 
t    [  He  is  said  to  have  been  crucified  with  his  head  downwards.  ] 


336  St.  Peter's  Day. 

The  unexpressive  notes  to  hear* 

Of  angel  song  and  angel  motion, 
Rising  and  falling  on  the  ear 

Like  waves  in  Joy's  unbounded  ocean. — 

His  dream  is  chang'd — the  Tyrant's  voice 

Calls  to  that  last  of  glorious  deeds — 
But  as  he  rises  to  rejoice, 

Not  Herod  but  an  Angel  leads. t 

He  dreams  he  sees  a  lamp  flash  bright,! 

Glancing  around  his  prison  room, — 
But  'tis  a  gleam  of  heavenly  light 

That  fills  up  all  the  ample  gloom. 

The  flame,  that  in  a  few  short  years 
Deep  through  the  chambers  of  the  dead 

Shall  pierce,  and  dry  the  fount  of  tears,    , 
Is  waving  o'er  his  dungeon-bed. 

Touch' d  he  upstarts — his  chains  unbind§ — 
Through  darksome  vault,  up  massy  stair, 

His  dizzy,  doubting  footsteps  wrind 
To  freedom  and  cool  moonlight  air. 

*    [  So  Milton  of  his  dead  Lycidas, 

"  And  hears  the  unexpressive  nuptial  song, 
In  the  blest  kingdoms  meek  of  joy  and  love."  J 

f    [  And  behold  the  Angel  of  the  Lord  came  upon  him.  ] 

I    [  And  a  light  shined  in  the  prison-  ] 

§    [  See  the  whole  passage  here  so  finely  paraphrased,  Acts  xii.  6 — 19.  ] 


St.  Peter's  Bay.  337 

Then  all  himself,  all  joy  and  calm, 

Though  for  a  while  his  hand  forego, 
Just  as  it  touch'd,  the  martyr's  palm, 

He  turns  him  to  his  task  below ; 

The  pastoral  staff,  the  keys  of  heaven, 
To  wield  awhile  in  grey-hair'd  might, 

Then  from  his  cross  to  spring  forgiven, 
And  follow  Jesus  out  of  sight. 


St  James*  30ag.* 

[July  25.] 

Ye  shall  indeed  drink  of  my  cup,  and  be  baptized  with  the  baptism  that  I 
am  baptized  with :  but  to  sit  on  my  right  hand  and  on  my  left  is  not  mine  to 
give,  but  it  shall  be  given  to  them  for  whom  it  is  prepared  of  my  Father.  St.. 
Matthew  xx.  23.    [Gospel  for  the  day.] 


[Grant,  O  merciful  God,  that  as  thine  holy  Apostle  Saint  James, 
leaving  his  father  and  all  that  he  had,  without  defay  was  obedient 
unto  the  calling  of  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ,  and  followed  him ;  so  we, 
forsaking  all  worldly  and  carnal  affections,  may  be  evermore 
ready  to  follow  thy  holy  commandments,  through  Jesus  Christ 
our  Lord.    Amen.] 

SIT  down  and  take  thy  fill  of  joy 

At  God's  right  hand,  a  bidden  guest, 
Drink  of  the  cup  that  cannot  cloy, 

Eat  of  the  bread  that  cannot  waste. 

*  [James  the  greater,  the  son  of  Zebedee,  was  a  fisherman  of  Galilee. 
Called  by  Christ,  both  he  and  his  brother  John  straightway  followed  him. 
They  were  named,  by  our  Lord,  Boanerges,  or  sons  of  thunder,  expressive  of 
their  zeal  and  devotion  to  his  cause  5  and  with  Peter  enjoyed  his  chief  con- 
fidence. He  was  the  first  of  the  twelve  Apostles  who  suffered  martyrdom, 
being  slain,  by  command  of  Herod,  with  a  sword.  ] 


St.  James'  Bay.  339 

O  great  Apostle  !  rightly  now 

Thou  readest  all  thy  Saviour  meant, 
What  time  His  grave  yet  gentle  brow 

In  sweet  reproof  on  thee  was  bent. 

44  Seek  ye  to  sit  enthron'd  by  me  ? 

14  Alas  !  ye  know  not  what  ye  ask, 
44  The  first  in  shame  and  agony, 

11  The  lowest  in  the  meanest  task — 
44  This  can  ye  be  ?  and  can  ye  drink 

44  The  cup  that  I  in  tears  must  steep, 
44  Nor  from  the  whelming  waters  shrink 

44  That  o'er  me  roll  so  dark  and  deep  ?" 

44  We  can — thine  are  we,  dearest  Lord, 

44  In  glory  and  in  agony, 
44  To  do  and  suffer  all  Thy  word  ; 

"  Only  be  Thou  for  ever  nigh." — 
44  Then  be  it  so — my  cup  receive, 

44  And  of  my  woes  baptismal  taste : 
44  But  for  the  crown,  that  angels  weave 

"  For  those  next  me  in  glory  plac'd, 

44 1  give  it  not  by  partial  love  ; 

"  But  in  my  Father's  book  are  writ 
44  What  names  on  earth  shall  lowliest  prove, 

44  That  they  in  Heaven  may  highest  sit." 
Take  up  the  lesson,  O  my  heart ; 

Thou  Lord  of  meekness,  write  it  there, 


340  St.  James*  Bay. 

Thine  own  meek  self  to  me  impart, 
Thy  lofty  hope,  thy  lowly  prayer. 

If  ever  on  the  mount  with  Thee 

I  seem  to  soar  in  vision  bright, 
With  thoughts  of  coming  agony* 

Stay  thou  the  too  presumptuous  flight : 
Gently  along  the  vale  of  tears 

Lead  me  from  Tabor's  sunbright  steep, 
Let  me  not  grudge  a  few  short  years 

With  Thee  tow'rd  Heaven  to  walk  and  weep : 

Too  happy,  on  my  silent  path, 

If  now  and  then  allow'd  with  Thee 
Watching  some  placid  holy  death, 

Thy  secret  work  of  love  to  see  ; 
But  oh  most  happy,  should  thy  call, 

Thy  welcome  call,  at  last  be  given — 
"  Come  where  thou  long  hast  stor'd  thy  all, 

"  Come  see  thy  place  prepar'd  in  Heaven." 

*    St.  Matthew  xvii.  12.    "  Likewise  shall  also  the  Son  of  Man  suffer  of 
them."    This  was  just  after  the  transfiguration. 


St  Bartholomew* 

[August  24.] 

Jesus  answered  and  said  unto  him,  Because  I  said  unto  thee,  I  saw  thee 
under  the  fig-tree,  believest  thou  ?  thou  shalt  see  greater  things  than  these. 
Si.  John  i.  50. 


[O  Almighty  and  everlasting  God,  who  didst  give  to  thine 
Apostle  Bartholomew  grace  truly  to  believe  and  to  preach  thy 
word;  grant,  we  beseech  thee,  unto  thy  Church,  to  love  that 
word  which  he  believed,  and  both  to  preach  and  receive  the 
same,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen.'] 

HOLD  up  thy  mirror  to  the  sun, 
And  thou  shalt  need  an  eagle's  gaze, 

So  perfectly  the  polish'd  stone 
Gives  back  the  glory  of  his  rays : 

Turn  it,  and  it  shall  paint  as  true 
The  soft  green  of  the  vernal  earth, 

And  each  small  flower  of  bashful  hue, 
That  closest  hides  its  lowly  birth. 

*  [  Bartholomew,  one  of  the  twelve  Apostles,  is  generally  believed  to  have 
been  that  Nathanael  of  whom  Jesus  said,  "Behold  an  Israelite  indeed,  in 
whom  is  no  guile. "  ] 

2  c 


342  St.  Bartholomew. 

Our  mirror  is  a  blessed  book, 

Where  out  from  each  illumin'd  page 

We  see  one  glorious  Image  look 
All  eyes  to  dazzle  and  engage, 

The  Son  of  God  :  and  that  indeed 

We  see  Him  as  He  is,  we  know, 
Since  in  the  same  bright  glass  we  read 

The  very  life  of  things  below. — 

Eye  of  God's  word  !*  wrhere'er  we  turn 

Ever  upon  us  !  thy  keen  gaze 
Can  all  the  depths  of  sin  discern, 

Unravel  every  bosom's  maze  : 

Who  that  has  felt  thy  glance  of  dread 
Thrill  through  his  heart's  remotest  cells, 

About  his  path,  about  his  bed, 

Can  doubt  what  spirit  in  thee  dwells  ? 

"  What  word  is  this  ?  Whence  know'st  thou  me  J" 
All  wondering  cries  the  humbled  heart, 

To  hear  thee  that  deep  mystery, 
The  knowledge  of  itself,  impart. 

*  "  The  position  before  us  is,  that  we  ourselves,  and  such  as  we,  are  the 
very  persons  whom  Scripture  speaks  of:  and  to  whom,  as  men,  in  every 
variety  of  persuasive  form,  it  makes  its  condescending  though  celestial 
appeal.  The  point  worthy  of  observation  is,  to  note  how  a  book  of  the  de- 
scription and  the  compass  which  we  have  represented  Scripture  to  be,  pos- 
sesses this  versatility  of  power  3  this  eye,  like  that  of  a  portrait,  uniformly 
fixed  upon  us,  turn  where  we  will."     Miller's  Barapton  Lectures,  p.  128. 


St.  Bartholomew.  343 

The  veil  is  rais'd  ;  who  runs  may  read, 

By  its  own  light  the  truth  is  seen, 
And  soon  the  Israelite  indeed 

Bows  down  t'  adore  the  Nazarene. 

So  did  Nathanael,  guileless  man, 

At  once,  not  sTiame-fac'd  or  afraid, 
Owning  him  God,  who  so  could  scan 

His  musings  in  the  lonely  shade ; 

In  his  own  pleasant  fig-tree's  shade, * 
Which  by  his  household  fountain  grew, 

Where  at  noon-day  his  prayer  he  made, 
To  know  God  better  than  he  knew. 

Oh !  happy  hours  of  heaven-ward  thought ! 

How  richly  crown'd!  how  well  improv'd  ! 
In  musing  o'er  the  Law  he  taught, 

In  waiting  for  the  Lord  he  lov'd. 

We  must  not  mar  with  earthly  praise 

What  God's  approving  word  hath  seal'd; 

Enough,  if  right  our  feeble  lays 
Take  up  the  promise  He  reveal'd  ; 

11  The  child-like  faith,  that  asks  not  sight, 
"  Waits  not  for  wonder  or  for  sign, 


*    [  "  Before  that  Philip  called  thee,  when  thou  wast  under  the  fig-tree,  I 
saw  thee."  ] 


344  St.  Bartholomew. 

"  Believes,  because  it  loves,  aright — 

"Shall  see  things  greater,  things  divine. 

"  Heaven  to  that  gaze  shall  open  wide,* 

"And  brightest  angels  to  and  fro 
"  On  messages  of  love  shall  glide 

"  'Twixt  God  above,  and  Christ  below." 

So  still  the  guileless  man  is  blest, 

To  him  all  crooked  paths  are  straight, 

Him  on  his  way  to  endless  rest 

Fresh,  ever-growing  strengths  await.t 

God's  witnesses,  a  glorious  host, 

Compass  him  daily  like  a  cloud ; 
Martyrs  and  seers,  the  sav'd  and  lost, 

Mercies  and  judgments  cry  aloud. 

Yet  shall  to  him  the  still  small  voice, 

That  first  into  his  bosom  found 
A  way,  and  fix'd  his  wavering  choice, 

Nearest  and  dearest  ever  sound. 

*    [  "  Hereafter  ye  shall  see  Leaven  opened,  and  the  angels  of  God  ascend- 
ing and  descending  upon  the  Son  of  man."  ] 

f    Psalm  lxxxiv.  7.    They  shall  go  from  strength  to  strength. 


St  ittattheto.* 

[September  21.] 

And  after  these  things,  He  went  forth  and  saw  a  publican  named  Levi,  sit 
ting  at  the  receipt  of  custom,  and  He  said  unto  him,  Follow  me  ;  and  he  left 
all,  rose  up,  and  followed  Him.     St.  Luke  v.  27,  28. 


[O  Almighty  God,  who  by  thy  blessed  Son  didst  call  Matthew 
from  the  receipt  of  custom,  to  be  an  Apostle  and  Evangelist  : 
grant  us  grace  to  forsake  all  covetous  desires,  and  inordinate 
love  of  riches;  and  to  follow  the  same  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ,  who 
liveth  and  reigneth  with  thee  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  one  God. 
world  without  end.     Amen.] 

YE  hermits  blest,  ye  holy  maids, 

The  nearest  heaven  on  earth, 
Who  talk  with  God  in  shadowy  glades, 

Free  from  rude  care  and  mirth ; 


*  [  Matthew,  called  also  Levi,was  a  publican,  or  collector  of  taxes,  undei 
the  Roman  government.  He  was  sitting  "  at  the  receipt  of  custom,"  when, 
called  by  Jesus  to  be  his  disciple,  he  arose  and  followed  him.  He  was  ap- 
pointed one  of  the  twelve  Apostles  of  our  Lord,  and  wrote  one  of  the  four 
Gospels.  ] 

2  c  2 


346  St.  Matthew. 

To  whom  some  viewless  teacher  brings 
The  secret  lore  of  rural  things, 
The  moral  of  each  fleeting  cloud  and  gale, 
The  whispers  from  above,  that  haunt  the  twilight  vale : 

Say,  when  in  pity  ye  have  gaz'd 

On  the  wreath'd  smoke  afar, 
That  o'er  some  town,  like  mist  uprais'd, 

Hung,  hiding  sun  and  star, 
Then  as  ye  turn'd  your  weary  eye 
To  the  green  earth  and  open  sky, 
Were  ye  not  fain  to  doubt  how  Faith  could  dwell 
Amid  that  dreary  glare,  in  this  world's  citadel  ? 

But  Love  's  a  flower  that  will  not  die 

For  lack  of  leafy  screen, 
And  Christian  Hope  can  cheer  the  eye* 

That  ne'er  saw  vernal  green ; 
Then  be  ye  sure  that  Love  can  bless 
Even  in  this  crowded  loneliness, 
Where  ever-moving  myriads  seem  to  say, 
Go — thou  art  naught  to  us,  nor  we  to  thee — away ! 


*  [  It  may  doubtless  be  believed  that  the  simplicity  and  retirement  of  the 
country  is  better  fitted  to  nourish  and  increase  spiritual  religion  than  the 
hurry  and  bustle,  the  engrossing  occupation  and  artificial  associations,  of  the 
city.  Yet  in  all  places  Christianity  has  found  its  true  disciples ;  and  its  pure 
doctrines  and  peaceful  precepts,  are  adapted  for  man's  reformation  and  con- 
solation in  all  places  and  in  all  conditions.  ] 


St.  Matthew.  347 

There  are  in  this  loud  stunning  tide 

Of  human  care  and  crime, 
With  whom  the  melodies  abide 

Of  th'  everlasting  chime  ; 
Who  carry  music  in  their  heart 
Through  dusky  lane  and  wrangling  mart, 
Plying  their  daily  task  with  busier  feet, 
Because  their  secret  souls  a  holy  strain  repeat. 

How  sweet  to  them,  in  such  brief  rest 

As  thronging  cares  afford, 
In  thought  to  wander,  fancy-blest, 

To  where  their  gracious  Lord, 
In  vain,  to  win  proud  Pharisees, 
Spake,  and  was  heard  by  fell  disease* — 
But  not  in  vain,  beside  yon  breezy  lake,t 
Bade  the  meek  Publican  his  gainful  seat  forsake  : 

At  once  he  rose,  and  left  his  gold  ; 

His  treasure  and  his  heart 
Transferr'd,  where  he  shall  safe  behold 

Earth  and  her  idols  part ; 
While  he  beside  his  endless  store 
Shall  sit,  and  floods  unceasing  pour 


*  It  seems  from  St.  Matthew  ix.  8,  9,  that  the  calling  of  Levi  took  place 
immediately  after  the  healing  of  the  paralytic  in  the  presence  of  the  Phari- 
sees. 

f  [  The  lake  of  Gennesaret,  by  the  side  of  which  the  custom  house  stood, 
in  which  Matthew  exercised  his  vocation.  ] 


348  St.  Matthew. 

Of  Christ's  true  riches  o'er  all  time  and  space, 
First  angel  of  his  Church,  first  steward  of  his  grace  ;* 

Nor  can  ye  not  delight  to  thinkt 

Where  he  vouchsaf'd  to  eat, 
How  the  Most  Holy  did  not  shrink 

From  touch  of  sinner's  meat ; 
What  worldly  hearts  and  hearts  impure 
Went  with  him  through  the  rich  man's  door, 
That  we  might  learn  of  Him  lost  souls  to  love, 
And  view  his  least  and  worst  with  hope  to  meet  above. 

These  gracious  lines  shed  Gospel,  light 

On  Mammon's  gloomiest  cells, 
As  on  some  city's  cheerless  night 

The  tide  of  sun-rise  swells, 
Till  tower,  and  dome,  and  bridge-way  proud 
Are  mantled  with  a  golden  cloud, 
And  to  wise  hearts  this  certain  hope  is  given ; 
"  No  mist  that  man  may  raise,  shall  hide  the  eye  of 
"Heaven." 

And  oh !  if  even  on  Babel  shine 

Such  gleams  of  Paradise, 
Should  not  their  peace  be  peace  divine, 

Who  day  by  day  arise 

*     [  Angel, — Messenger,  Apostle.  ] 

f  [  St.  Matthew  ix.  ]0.  "  And  Levi  (Matthew)  made  him  a  great  feast 
in  his  own  house."  Luke  v.  29.  Matthew,  though  he  mentions  the  feast, 
omits,  with  becoming  modesty,  to  say  who  gave  it.  ] 


St.  Matthew.  349 

To  look  on  clearer  Heavens,  and  scan 
The  work  of  God  untouch'd  by  man? 
Shame  on  us,  who  about  us  Babel  bear, 
And  live  in  Paradise,  as  if  God  was  not  there  ! 


St.  iHtdiael  autr  all  &n%tl8.* 

[September  29.] 


Are  they  not  all  ministering  spirits,  sent  forth  to  minister  for  them  whe 
shall  be  heirs  of  salvation  ?    Hebrews  i.  14. 


[O  Everlasting  God,  who  hast  ordained  and  constituted  the 
services  of  angels  and  men  in  a  wonderful  order ;  mercifully 
grant,  that  as  thy  holy  Angels  always  do  thee  service  in  heaven  : 
so,  by  thy  appointment,  they  may  succour  and  defend  us  on  earth, 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Amen] 

YE  stars  that  round  the  Sun  of  righteousness 

In  glorious  order  roll, 
With  harps  for  ever  strung,  ready  to  bless 

God  for  each  rescued  soul, 
Ye  eagle  spirits,  that  build  in  light  divine, 

Oh  think  of  us  to  day, 

*  [  The  Church,  on  this  festival,  commemorates  the  services  of  that  order 
of  celestial  beings,  who  are  appointed  to  minister  to  such  as  shall  be  heirs  oi 
salvation.    Michael  is  named  in  the  Scripture  as  the  archangel.  ] 


350  St.  Michael  and  all  Jlngels. 

Faint  warblers  of  this  earth,  that  would  combine 
Our  trembling  notes  with  your  accepted  lay. 

Your  amarant  wreaths  were  earn'd  ;  and  homeward  all, 

Flush'd  with  victorious  might, 
Ye  might  have  sped  to  keep  high  festival, 

And  revel  in  the  light ; 
But  meeting  us,  weak  worldlings,  on  our  way, 

Tired  ere  the  fight  begun, 
Ye  turn'd  to  help  us  in  the  unequal  fray, 
Remembering  whose  we  were,  how  dearly  won : 

Remembering  Bethlehem,  and  that  glorious  night 

When  ye,  who  used  to  soar 
.  Diverse  along  all  space  in  fiery  flight, 

Came  thronging  to  adore 
Your  God  new-born,  and  made  a  sinner's  child ; 

As  if  the  stars  should  leave 
Their  stations  in  the  far  ethereal  wild, 
And  round  the  sun  a  radiant  circle  weave.  , 

Nor  less  your  lay  of  triumph  greeted  fair 

Our  Champion  and  your  King, 
In  that  first  strife,  whence  Satan  in  despair 

Sunk  down  on  scathed  wing: 
Alone  He  fasted,  and  alone  He  fought; 

But  when  his  toils  were  o'er 
Ye  to  the  sacred  Hermit  duteous  brought 
Banquet  and  "hymn,  your  Eden's  festal  store. 


St.  Michael  and  all  Angels.  351 

Ye  too,  when  lowest  in  th'  abyss  of  woe 

He  plung'd  to  save  his  sheep, 
Were  leaning  from  your  golden  thrones  to  know 

The  secrets  of  that  deep : 
But  clouds  were  on  his  sorrow :  one  alone 

His  agonizing  call 
Summon'd  from  Heaven,  to  still  that  bitterest  groan, 
And  comfort  Him,  the  Comforter  of  all. 

Oh  !  highest  favour'd  of  all  Spirits  create, 

(If  right  of  thee  we  deem) 
How  didst  thou  glide  on  brightening  wing  elate 

To  meet  th'  unclouded  beam 
Of  Jesus  from  the  couch  of  darkness  rising ! 

How  s well'd  thine  anthem's  sound, 
With  fear  and  mightier  joy  weak  hearts  surprising, 
"  Your  God  is  risen,  and  may  not  here  be  found." 

Pass  a  few  days,  and  this  dull  darkling  globe 
Must  yield  him  from  her  sight ; — 

Brighter  and  brighter  streams  his  glory-robe, 
And  He  is  lost  in  light. 

Then,  when  through  yonder  everlasting  arch, 
Ye  in  innumerous  choir 

Pour'd,  heralding  Messiah's  conquering  march, 

Linger'd  around  his  skirts  two  forms  of  fire : 

With  us  they  staid,  high  warning  to  impart; 
"  The  Christ  shall  come  again 


352  St.  Michael  and  all  Jlngels. 

11  Even  as  He  goes  ;  with  the  same  human  heart, 
"  With  the  same  godlike  train." — 

Oh!  jealous  God!  how  could  a  sinner  dare 
Think  on  that  dreadful  day, 

But  that  with  all  thy  wounds  Thou  wilt  be  there, 

And  all  our  angel  friends  to  bring  Thee  on  thy  way  ? 

Since  to  thy  little  ones  is  given  such  grace, 

That  they  who  nearest  stand 
Alway  to  God  in  Heaven,  and  see  His  face, 

Go  forth  at  His  command, 
To  wait  around  our  path  in  weal  or  woe, 

As  erst  upon  our  King, 
Set  thy  baptismal  seal  upon  our  brow, 
'  And  waft  us  heaven-ward  with  enfolding  wing  : 

Grant,  Lord,  that  when  around  th'  expiring  world 

Our  seraph  guardians  wait, 
While  on  her  death-bed,  ere  to  ruin  hurl'd, 

She  owns  Thee,  all  too  late, 
They  to  their  charge  may  turn,  and  thankful  see 

Thy  mark  upon  us  still ; 
Then  all  together  rise,  and  reign  with  Thee, 
And  all  their  holy  joy  o'er  contrite  hearts  fulfil! 


st  state.* 

[October  18.] 

Luke,  the  beloved  physician,  and  Demas,  greet  you.     Colossians  iv.  14. 
Demas  hath  forsaken  me,  having  loved  this  present  world.     Only  Luke  is 
with  me.    2  Tim.  iv.  10, 11.    [Epistle  for  the  day.} 


[Almighty  God,  who  calledst  Luke  the  Physician,  whose  praise 
is  in  the  Gospel,  to  be  an  Evangelist  and  Physician  of  the  soul ; 
may  it  please  thee,  that  by  the  wholesome  medicines  of  the  doc- 
trine delivered  by  him,  all  the  diseases  of  our  souls  may  be  healed, 
through  the  merits  of  thy  Son  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.     Jimen.] 

TWO  clouds  before  the  summer  gale 

In  equal  race  fleet  o'er  the  sky : 
Two  flowers,  when  wintry  blasts  assail, 

Together  pine,  together  die. 

But  two  capricious  human  hearts — 
No  sage's  rod  may  track  their  ways, 


*    [  St.  Luke  is  said  to  have  been  born  at  Antioch.    He  was  a  physician  ; 
and  after  his  conversion,  accompanied  St.  Paul.    He  wrote  a  Gospel,  and  the 
Acts  of  the  Apostles.  ] 
2    D 


354  St.  Luke. 

No  eye  pursue  their  lawless  starts 
Along  their  wild  self-chosen  maze. 

He  only,  by  whose  sovereign  hand 

Even  sinners  for  the  evil  day* 
Were  made — who  rules  the  world  he  plann'd. 

Turning  our  worst  his  own  good  way ; 

He  only  can  the  cause  reveal, 

AVhy,  at  the  same  fond  bosom  fed, 

Taught  in  the  self-same  lap  to  kneel 
Till  the  same  prayer  were  duly  said, 

Brothers  in  blood  and  nurture  too, 
Aliens  in  heart  so  oft  should  prove ; 

One  lose,  the  other  keep,  Heaven's  clue ; 
One  dwell  in  wrath,  and  one  in  love. 

He  only  knows, — for  He  can  read 
The  mystery  of  the  wicked  heart, — 

Why  vainly  oft  our  arrows  speed 
When  aim'd  with  most  unerring  art: 

While  from  some  rude  and  powerless  arm 

A  random  shaft  in  season  sent 
Shall  light  upon  some  lurking  harm, 

And  work  some  wonder  little  meant. 


*    Proverbs  xvi.  4.    The  Lord  hath  made  all  things  for  himself,  yea.  even 
the  wicked  for  the  day  of  evil. 


St.  Luke.  355 

Doubt  we,  how  souls  so  wanton  change, 
Leaving  their  own  experienc'd  rest? 

Needs  not  around  the  world  to  range ; 
One  narrow  cell  may  teach  us  best. 

Look  in,  and  see  Christ's  chosen  saint 
In  triumph  wear  his  Christ-like  chain; 

No  fear  lest  he  should  swerve  or  faint ; 
"  His  life  is  Christ,  his  death  is  gain."* 

Two  converts,  watching  by  his  side, 

Alike  his  love  and  greetings  share ; 
Luke  the  belov'd,  the  sick  soul's  guide, 

And  Demas,  nam'd  in  faltering  prayer. 

Pass  a  few  years — look  in  once  more — 

The  saint  is  in  his  bonds  again ; 
Save  that  his  hopes  more  boldly  soar,t 

He  and  his  lot  unchang'd  remain. 

But  only  Luke  is  with  him  now  : — 

Alas!  that  even  the  martyr's  cell, 
Heaven's  very  gate,  should  scope  allow 

For  the  false  world's  seducing  spell. 


*    Philip,  i.  21. 

t    In  the  Epistle  to  the  Philippians,  "  I  know  that  I  shall  abide  and  con- 
tinue with  you  all:— I  count  not  myself  to  have  apprehended,"  i.25.  iii.  13. 
In  2  Tim.,  "  I  have  finished  my  course,"  &c.  iv.  7, 8. 


356  St.  Luke. 

'Tis  sad — but  yet  'tis  well,  be  sure, 
We  on  the  sight  should  muse  awhile, 

Nor  deem  our  shelter  all  secure 
Even  in  the  Church's  holiest  aisle. 

Vainly  before  the  shrine  he  bends, 

Who  knows  not  the  true  pilgrim's  part : 

The  martyr's  cell  no  safety  lends 

To  him,  who  wants  the  martyr's  heart. 

But  if  there  be,  who  follows  Paul 
As  Paul  his  Lord,  in  life  and  death, 

Where'er  an  aching  heart  may  call, 
Ready  to  speed  and  take  no  breath ; 

Whose  joy  is,  to  the  wandering  sheep 
To  tell  of  the  great  Shepherd's  love  j* 

To  learn  of  mourners  while  they  weep 
The  music  that  makes  mirth  above ; 

Who  makes  the  Saviour  all  his  theme, 
The  Gospel  all  his  pride  and  praise — 

Approach  :  for  thou  canst  feel  the  gleam 
That  round  the  martyr's  death-bed  plays  : 

Thou  hast  an  ear  for  angels'  songs, 
A  breath  the  Gospel  trump  to  fill. 


*    The  Gospel  of  St.  Luke  abounds  most  in  such  passages  as  the  parable 
af  the  lost  sheep  ;  such  as  display  God's  mercy  to  penitent  sinners. 


St.  Luke.  .357 

And  taught  by  thee  the  Church  prolongs 
Her  hymns  of  high  thanksgiving  still.* 

Ah  !  dearest  mother,  since  too  oft 

The  world  yet  wins  some  Demas  frail 

Even  from  thine  arms,  so  kind  and  soft, 
May  thy  tried  comforts  never  fail ! 

When  faithless  ones  forsake  thy  wing, 

Be  it  vouchsaf  M  thee  still  to  see 
Thy  true,  fond  nurslings  closer  cling, 

Cling  closer  to  their  Lord  and  thee. 

*   The  Christian  bymsareall  in  St.  Luke  :  Mi*3  Magnificat,  Bcnedicui?,and 
Xunc  DimittH. 


2  D  2 


St  Sbftww  ana  St.  5u*e/ 

[October  28.] 

That  ye  should  earnestly  contend  forf  the  faith  which  was  once  delivered 
unto  the  saints.     St.  .hide  3.    [Epistle  for  the  day.] 


[O  Almighty  God.  who  hast  built  thy  Church  upon  the  founda- 
'  tion  of  the  Apostles  and  Prophets.  Jesus  Christ  himself  being  the 
head  corner-stone  ;,  grant  us  &o  to  be  joined  together  in  unity  of 
spirit  by  their  doctrine,  that  we  may  be  made  a  holy  temple  ac- 
ceptable unto  thee,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    .Qme-n] 

SEEST  thou,  how  tearful  and  alone, 

And  drooping  like  a  wounded  dove, 
The  Cross  in  sight,  but  Jesus  gone. 

The  wridow'd  Church  is  fain  to  rove? 


*    [  These  were  both  Apostles.     Simon  is  also  called  Zelotes,  and  the  Ca- 

iaanite>to  distinguish  him  from  Simoyi  Peter.    Jude,  called  also  Lebbeus  and 

Tkaddeus,  was  the  brother  of  James  the  less,  and  author  of  the  Epistle 

which  bears  his  name.     There  is  a  tradition  that  they  laboured  and  suffered 

•martyrdom  together.  ] 

t  i7rxyavig&rQcu :— "  be  very  anxious  for  it :"  "  feel  for  it  as  for  a  friend 
in  jeopardy." 


St.  Simon  and  St.  Jude.  359 

Who  is  at  hand  that  loves  the  Lord?' 

Make  haste,  and  take  her  home,  and  bring 

Thine  household  choir,  in  true  accord 
Their  soothing  hymns  for  her  to  sing. 

Soft  on  her  fluttering  heart  shall  breathe 

The  fragrance  of  that  genial  isle, 
There  she  may  weave  her  funeral  wreath, 

And  to  her  own  sad  music  smile. 

The  Spirit  of  the  dying  Son 

Is  there,  and  fills  the  holy  place 
With  records  sweet  of  duties  done, 

Of  pardon'd  foes,  and  cherish'd  grace. 

And  as  of  old  by  two  and  twot 

His  herald  saints  the  Saviour  sent 
To  soften  hearts  like  morning  dew, 

Wrhere  He  to  shine  in  mercy  meant; 

So  evermore  He  deems  his  name 

Best  honour' d  and  his  way  prepar'd, 
When  watching  by  his  altar-flame 

He  sees  his  servants  duly  pair'd. 

He  loves  when  age  and  youth  are  met, 
Fervent  old  age  and  youth  serene, 

*     St.  John  xix.  27.     Then  saith  He  to  the  disciple,  Behold  thy  mother  : 
and  from  that  hour  that  disciple  took  her  to  his  own  home. 
t    St.  Mark  vi.  7.     St.  Luke  x.  1. 


360  St.  Simon  and  St.  Jude. 

Their  high  and  low  in  concord  set 
For  sacred  song,  Joy's  golden  mean. 

He  loves  when  some  clear  soaring  mind 

Is  drawn  by  mutual  piety 
To  simple  souls  and  unrefin'd, 

Who  in  life's  shadiest  covert  lie. 

Or  if  perchance  a  sadden'd  heart 

That  once  was  gay  and  felt  the  spring, 

Cons  slowly  o'er  its  alter'd  part, 
In  sorrow  and  remorse  to  sing. 

Thy  gracious  care  will  send  that  way 

Some  spirit  full  of  glee,  yet  taught 
To  bear  the  sight  of  dull  decay, 

And  nurse  it  with  all  pitying  thought ; 

Cheerful  as  soaring  lark,  and  mild* 
As  evening  blackbird's  full-ton'd  lay, 

*  [  "  Upon  such  a  field  one  has  the  best  chance  of  hearing  the  matin  song 
of  the  year.  While  the  morning  is  yet  cold  there  are  but  a  few  complaining 
chirps,  and  the  birds  chiefly  appear  in  short  flights,  which  have  much  the 
appearance  of  leaps  under  the  hedges.  As  the  morning  gets  warm,  however, 
a  few  are  found  running  along  the  furrows,  and  one  brown  fellow,  perched 
on  a  clod,  partially  erecting  a  crest  of  feathers,  and  looking  around  him  with 
a  mingled  air  of  complacency  and  confidence,  utters  a  "  chur-ree  "  in  an 
under  tone,  as  if  he  were  trying  the  lowest  and  the  highest  notes  of  an  in- 
strument. The  notes  are  restrained,  but  they  have  enough  of  music  in  them 
to  cause  you  to  wish  for  a  repetition.  That,  however  does  not  in  general 
come  ;  but  instead  of  it  there  is  a  single  "  churr"  murmured  from  a  distance, 
and  so  soft  as  hardly  to  be  audible  ;  and  the  bird  that  was  stationed  upon  the 


St.  Simon  and  St.  Jude.  361 

When  the  relenting  sun  has  smil'd 

Bright  through  a  whole  December  day. 

These  are  the  tones  to  brace  and  cheer 

The  lonely  watcher  of  the  fold, 
When  nights  are  dark,  and  foemen  near, 

When  visions  fade  and  hearts  grow  cold. 

How  timely  then  a  comrade's  song 

Comes  floating  on  the  mountain  air, 
And  bids  thee  yet  be  bold  and  strong — 

Fancy  may  die,  but  Faith  is  there. 

clod  has  vanished,  nor  can  you  for  some  time  find  out  what  has  become  of 
him.  His  flight  is  at  first  upward,  and  bears  some  resemblance  to  the  smoke 
of  a  fire  on  a  calm  day,  gradually  expanding  into  a  spiral  as  it  rises  above 
the  surface.  But  no  sooner  has  he  gained  the  proper  elevation,  than  down 
showers  his  song,  filling  the  whole  air  with  the  most  cheerful  melody  ; 
and  you  feel  more  gay,  more  glee  and  lifting  up  of  the  heart,  than  when  any 
other  music  meets  your  ear.  The  opening  of  the  day  and  of  the  year  come 
fresh  to  your  fancy,  as  you  instinctively  repeat — 

'Hark,  the  lark  at  heaven's  gate  sings.' 
The  Lark  indeed  is  the  signal  both  for  the  season  and  the  day.  The  very  fir.^t 
sun  of  the  young  year  calls  up  the  lark  to  pour  his  song  from  the  sky.  Nor 
can  any  thing  be  more  in  harmony  with  the  situation  in  which  we  find  it, 
than  the  song  of  the  lark.  The  bird  is  the  very  emblem  of  freedom  ;  float- 
ing in  the  thin  air,  with  spreading  tail,  and  outstretched  wings,  and  moving  its 
little  head  delightedly,  first  to  the  one  side,  and  then  to  the  other,  as  if  it  would 
communicate  its  joy  around,  it  at  last  soars  to  such  an  elevation,  that  if  vis- 
ible at  all,  it  is  a  mere  dark  speck  in  the  blue  vault  of  heaven,  and  carollinz 
over  the  young  year  or  the  young  day,  while  all  is  bustle  and  activity,  th; 
airy  wildness  of  the  song  makes  its  whole  character  more  peculiar  and 
striking."     Mudie^s  British  Naturalist,  ii.  pp.  110  to  114.  J 


&U  Sbsfttts'  Uag* 

[November  1.] 


Hurt  not  the  earth,  neither  the  sea,  nor  the  trees,  till  we  have  sealed  the 
servants  of  our  God  in  their  foreheads.    Revelations  vii.  3. 


[O  Almighty  God,  who  hast  knit  together  thine  elect  in  one 
communion  and  fellowship*,  in  the  mystical  body  of  thy  Son  Christ 
our  Lord ;  grant  us  grace  so  to  follow  thy  blessed  Saints  in  all 
virtuous  and  godly  living,  that  we  may  come  to  those  unspeak- 
able joys,  which  thou  hast  prepared  for  those  who  unfeignedly  love 
thee,  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.    Amen.] 

WHY  blow'st  thou  not,  thou  wintry  wind, 

Now  every  leaf  is  brown  and  sere, 
And  idly  droops,  to  thee  resign'd, 

The  fading  chaplet  of  the  year? 
Yet  wears  the  pure  aerial  sky 
Her  summer  veil,  half  drawn  on  high, 
Of  silvery  haze,  and  dark  and  still 
The  shadows  sleep  on  every  slanting  hill. 

*  [  This  festival  is  appointed  for  the  commemoration  of  all  those  saint-, 
and  martyrs  to  whom  no  particular  day  is  assigned.  ] 


All  Saints1  Bay.  363 

How  quiet  shows  the  woodland  scene  ! 

Each  flower  and  tree,  its  duty  done, 
Reposing  in  decay  serene, 

Like  weary  men  when  age  is  won, 
Such  calm  old  age  as  conscience  pure 
And  self-commanding  hearts  ensure, 
Waiting  their  summons  to  the  sky, 
Content  to  live,  bat  not  afraid  to  die. 

Sure  if  our  eyes  were  purg'd  to  trace 

God's  unseen  armies  hovering  round, 
We  should  behold  by  angels'  grace 

The  four  strong  winds  of  Heaven  fast  bound, 
Their  downward  sweep  a  moment  staid 
On  ocean  cove  and  forest  glade, 
Till  the  last  flower  of  autumn  shed 
Her  funeral  odours  on  her  dying  bed. 

So  in  thine  awful  armoury,  Lord, 

The  lightnings  of  the  judgment  day 
Pause  yet  awhile,  in  mercy  stor'd, 

Till  willing  hearts  wear  quite  away 
Their  earthly  stains ;  and  spotless  shine 
On  every  brow  in  light  divine 
The  Cross  by  angel  hands  impress'd, 
The  seal  of  glory  won  and  pledge  of  promis'd  rest. 

Little  they  dream,  those  haughty  souls 
Whom  empires  own  with  bended  knee. 


364  Ml  Saints'  Day. 

What  lowly  fate  their  own  controls, 

Together  link'd  by  Heaven's  decree; —  ^ 

As  bloodhounds  hush  their  baying  wild 
To  wanton  with  some  fearless  child, 
So  Famine  waits,  and  War  with  greedy  eyes. 
Till  some  repenting  heart  be  ready  for  the  skies. 

Think  ye  the  spires  that  glow  so  bright 

In  front  of  yonder  setting  sun, 
Stand  by  their  own  unshaken  might  ? 

No — where  th'  upholding  grace  is  won, 
We  dare  not  ask,  nor  Heaven  would  tell, 
But  sure  from  many  a  hidden  dell, 
From  many  a  rural. nook  unthought  of  there. 
Rises  for  that  proud  world  the  saints'  prevailing  prayer. 

On,  champions  blest,  in  Jesus'  name, 

Short  be  your  strife,  your  triumph  full,' 
Till  every  heart  have  caught  your  flame, 

And  lighten'd  of  the  world's  misrule 
Ye  soar  those  elder  saints  to  meet, 
Gather'd  long  since  at  Jesus'  feet, 
No  world  of  passions  to  destroy, 
Your  prayers  and  struggles  o'er,  your  task  all  praise  and 
joy. 


S?oig  (Eommuuton* 


O  GOD  of  Mercy,  God  of  Might, 
How  should  pale  sinners  bear  the  sight, 
If,  as  Thy  power  is  surely  here, 
Thine  open  glory  should  appear? 

For  now  Thy  people  are  allow'd 
To  scale  the  mount  and  pierce  the  cloud, 
And  Faith  may  feed  her  eager  view 
With  wonders  Sinai  never  knew. 

Fresh  from  th'  atoning  sacrifice 
The  world's  Creator  bleeding  lies, 
That  man,  his  foe,  by  whom  He  bled, 
May  take  Him  for  his  daily  bread. 

O  agony  of  wavering  thought 

When  sinners  first  so  near  are  brought ! 

"  It  is  my  Maker — dare  I  stay  ? 

"  My  Saviour — dare  I  turn  away?"* 


*    [  See  the  exhortations  to  the  Communion,  in  the  book  of  Common  Prayer. 
It  would  seem  that  no  Christian,  who  in  humility  and  sincerity  reads  the 
2  E 


366  Holy  Communion. 

Thus  while  the  storm  is  high  within 
'Twixt  love  of  Christ  and  fear  of  sin, 
Who  can  express  the  soothing  charm, 
To  feel  thy  kind  upholding  arm, 

My  mother  Church  ?  and  hear  thee  tell 
Of  a  world  lost,  yet  lov'd  so  well, 
That  He,  by  whom  the  angels  live, 
His  only  Son  for  her  would  give.* 

And  doubt  we  yet?  thou  call'st  again  ; 
A  lower  still,  a-sweeter  strain; 
A  voice  from  Mercy's  inmost  shrine, 
The  very  breath. of  Love  divine. 

Whispering  it  says  to  each  apart, 
"Come  unto  me,  thou  trembling  heart ;"t 
And  we  must  hope,  so  sweet  the  tone,' 
The  precious  words  are  all  our  own. 

Hear  them,  kind  Saviour — hear  thy  spouse 
Low  at  thy  feet  renew  her  vows  ; 
Thine  own  dear  promise  she  would  plead 
For  us  her  true  though  fallen  seed. 


Scripture  passages  on  this  subject,  and  the  commentary  there  given,  could 
doubt  as  to  God's  will,  or  his  own  duty.  ] 

*  "  God  so  loved  the  world,  that  He  gave  his  only  begotten  Son."  See 
the  sentences  in  the  Communion  Service,  after  the  Confession. 

t  Come  unto  me,  all  ye  that  travail,  and  are  heavy  laden,  and  I  will  re- 
fresh you. 


Holy  Communion.  36* 

She  pleads  by  all  thy  mercies,  told 
Thy  chosen  witnesses  of  old, 
Love's  heralds  sent  to  man  forgiven, 
One  from  the  Cross,  and  one  from  heaven." 

This,  of  true  Penitents  the  chief, 
To  the  lost  spirit  brings  relief, 
Lifting  on  high  th'  adored  name : — 
"  Sinners  to  save,  Christ  Jesus  came."t 

That,  dearest  of  thy  bosom  Friends, 
Into  the  wavering  heart  descends  : — 
"  What  ?  fall'n  again  ?  yet  cheerful  rise 4 
"  Thine  Intercessor  never  dies." 

The  eye  of  Faith,  that  waxes  bright 
Each  moment  by  thine  altar's  light, 
Sees  them  e'en  now  :  they  still  abide 
In  mystery  kneeling  at  our  side ; 

And  with  them  every  spirit  blest, 
From  realms  of  triumph  or  of  rest, 
From  Him  who  saw  creation's  morn, 
Of  all  thine  angels  eldest  born, 


*    St.  Paul  and  St.  John. 

t  This  is  a  faithful  saying,  and  worthy  of  all  men  to  be  received,  That 
Christ  Jesus  came  into  the  world  to  save  sinners. 

X  If  any  man  sin,  we  have  an  Advocate  with  the  Father,  Jesus  Christ  the 
righteous. 


368  Holy  Communion. 

To  the  poor  babe,  who  died  to-day, 
Take  part  in  our  thanksgiving  lay,* 
Watching  the  tearful  joy  and  calm, 
While  sinners  taste  thine  heavenly  balm. 

Sweet  awful  hour  !  the  only  sound 
One  gentle  footstep  gliding  round, 
Offering  by  turns  on  Jesus'  part 
The  Cross  to  every  hand  and  heart. 

Refresh  us,  Lord,  to  hold  it  fast ; 
And  when  thy  veil  is  drawn  at  last, 
Let  us  depart  where  shadows  cease, 
With  words  of  blessing  and  of  peace. 

*  [  The  Communion  of  Saints.  There  is  an  admirable  sermon  on  this 
subject,  by  the  Rev.  Charles  Forster,  the  Chaplain,  companion  and  bosom 
friend  of  the  late  inestimable  Bishop  of  Limerick,  Dr.  Jebb,  to  whose  memory 
it  is  dedicated.    It  was  printed,  but  not  published.  ] 


WHERE  is  it,  mothers  learn  their  love  ?- 
In  every  Church  a  fountain  springs 
O'er  which  th'  eternal  Dove 
Hovers  on  softest  wings. 

What  sparkles  in  that  lucid  flood 
Is  water,  by  gross  mortals  ey'd : 
But  seen  by  Faith,  'tis  blood 
Out  of  a  dear  Friend's  side. 

A  few  calm  wrords  of  faith  and  prayer, 
A  few  bright  drops  of  holy  dew, 
Shall  work  a  wonder  there 
Earth's  charmers  never  knew. 

O  happy  arms,  where  cradled  lies, 
And  ready  for  the  Lord's  embrace, 


*    [  There  is  a  soothing  sacred  beauty  in  these  lines,  peculiar  and  inde- 
scribable.   The  strain  they  breathe  conies  sweetly  and  softly  on  the  soul,  like 
a  sleeping  infant's  breath.    We  are  mistaken  if  they  do  not  make  all  Chris- 
tian mothers  in  love  with  Keble's  poetry.  ] 
2  e  2 


370  Holy  Baptism. 

That  precious  sacrifice, 
The  darling  of  his  grace ! 

Blest  eyes,  that  see  the  smiling  gleam 
Upon  the  slumbering  features  glow, 
When  the  life-giving  stream 
Touches  the  tender  brow  ! 

Or  when  the  holy  cross  is  sign'd, 
And  the  young  soldier  duly  sworn 
With  true  and  fearless  mind 
To  serve  the  Virgin-born. 

But  happiest  ye,  who  seal'd  and  blest 
Back  to  your  arms  your  treasure  take, 
With  Jesus'  mark  impress'd 
To  nurse  for  Jesus'  sake  : 

To  whom — as  if  in  hallow'd  air 

Ye  knelt  before  some  awful  shrine — 
His  innocent  gestures  wear 
A  meaning  half  divine  : 

By  whom  .Love's  daily  touch  is  seen 

In  strengthening  form  and  freshening  hue, 
In  the  fix'd  brow  serene, 
The  deep  yet  eager  view. — 

Who  taught  thy  pure  and  even  breath 
To  come  and  go  with  such  sweet  grace  ? 


Holy  Baptism.  371 

Whence  thy  reposing  Faith, 
Though  in  our  frail  embrace  ? 

O  tender  gem,  and  full  of  heaven ! 
Not  in  the  twilight  stars  on  high, 
Not  in  moist  flowers  at  even 
See  we  our  God  so  nigh. 

Sweet  one,  make  haste  and  know  Hirn  too, 
Thine  own  adopting  Father  love, 
That  like  thine  earliest  dew 
Thy  dying  sweets  may  prove. 


(Catechism. 


OH  say  not,  dream  not,  heavenly  notes 
To  childish  ears  are  vain, 

That  the  young  mind  at  random  floats, 
And  cannot  reach  the  strain. 

Dim  or  unheard,  the  words  may  fall, 
And  yet  the  heaven-taught  mind 


*    [  From  the  Font  our  poet  passes  to  the  Catechism.     We  would  that  he 
might  take  all  Christian  parents  and  sponsors  with  him.  ] 


372  Catechism. 

May  learn  the  sacred  air,  and  all 
The  harmony  unwind." 

Was  not  our  Lord  a  little  child,t 
Taught  by  degrees  to  pray, 

By  father  dear  and  mother  mild 
Instructed  day  by  day  ? 

And  lov'd  He  not  of  Heaven  to  talk 
With  children  in  His  sight, 

To  meet  them  in  his  daily  walk, 
And  to  his  arms  invite  ? 

What  though  around  His  throne  of  fire 

The  everlasting  chant 
Be  wafted  from  the  seraph  choir 

In  glory  jubilant? 

Yet  stoops  He,  ever  pleas'd  to  mark 
Our  rude  essays  of  love, 


*  [  The  common  but  groundless  objection,  that  children  cannot  understand 
the  Catechism,  is  beautifully  and  effectually  answered  in  these  lines.  It  ap- 
plies with  equal  force  to  the  several  branches  of  human  learning.  In  grammar, 
in  mathematics,  in  philosophy,  the  child  learns  much  that  he  does  not  fully 
comprehend.  But  it  is  stored  in  his  memory,  and  as  his  intellectual  powers 
are  developed,  he  understands  its  meaning.  So  it  must  be  with  the  Scrip- 
tures, as  well  as  with  the  Catechism.  ] 

t  [  "  And  he  went  down  with  them,  and  came  to  Xazareth,  and  was  sub- 
ject unto  them;  and  his  mother  kept  all  these  sayings  in  her  heart.  And  Jesus 
increased  in  wisdom  and  stature,  and  in  favour  with  God  and  man."  Luke 
xi.  51,  52.  ] 


Catechism.  373 

Faint  as  the  pipe  of  wakening  lark, 
Heard  by  some  twilight  grove  : 

Yet  is  He  near  us,  to  survey 

These  bright  and  order' d  files, 
Like  spring-flowers  in  their  best  array. 

All  silence  and  all  smiles. 

Save  that  each  little  voice  in  turn 

Some  glorious  truth  proclaims, — 

What  sages  would  have  died  to  learn, 
Now  taught  by  cottage  dames.* 

And  if  some  tones  be  false  or  low, 

What  are  all  prayers  beneath 
But  cries  of  babes,  that  cannot  know 

Half  the  deep  thought  they  breathe ! 

In  his  own  words  we  Christ  adore, 

But  angels,  as  we  speak, 
Higher  above  our  meaning  soar 

Than  we  o'er  children  weak : 

And  yet  His  words  mean  more  than  they, 

And  yet  He  owns  their  praise  : 
Why  should  we  think,  He  turns  away 

From  infants'  simple  lays  ? 

*    [  Truths  are  made  familiarto  children  in  the  Sunday  school  which  Plato 
and  Cicero  longed  to  ascertain.     Yea, 

"  Prophets  and  kings  desired  to  know, 
And  died  without  the  sight."  ] 


QonStmation.* 

THE  shadow  of  th'  Almighty's  cloud 

Calm  on  the  tents  of  Israel  lay, 
While  drooping  paus'd  twelve  banners  proud, 

Till  He  arise 'and  lead  the  way. 

Then  to  the  desert  breeze  unroll'd 
Cheerly  the  waving  pennons  fly, 

*  [  "  It  is  certainly  not  a  sacrament,  but  T  know  it  is  a  means  of  grace, 
and  I  trust  and  believe,  generally  speaking,  an  efficacious  means.  And  how 
simple  the  rite  itself  is  ;  and  how  very  natural  in  both  its  par.ts ! 

"  How  natural  it  seems,  that  those  to  whom  a  gracious  God  has  given  life, 
and  health,  and  happiness,  and  beauty,  should,  as  soon  as  they  are  old  enough 
to  look  round  on  the  fair  creation,  amidst  which  they  are  placed  as  the  fairest, 
desire  of  themselves,  to  place  themselves  under  the  care  of  its  beneficent  God. 
Yet,  alas  !  there  I  mistake  my  ground ;  that  was  man's  natural  condition  once, 
when  "  God  saw  every  thing  that  he  had  made,  and  behold  it  was  very  good,' ' 
but  the  case  is  entirely  altered  now  ;  yet  it  is  meet  and  right,  that,  if  having 
been  afar  off,  they  have  been  brought  near  by  the  blood  of  Christ,  sprinkled 
with  the  waters  of  baptism,  and  taken,  when  unconscious  of  the  privilege,  into 
covenant  with  the  most  high  God— it  is  natural,  that  if  they  have  any  feeling, 
any  gratitude,  they  should  desire  to  renew  the  vow,  and  enter  into  the  cove- 
nant for  themselves.  And  how  simply  beautiful  our  service  is— how  free  from 
superstitious  pomp,  and  unmeaning  ceremony  on  the  one  hand — and  on  the 
other,  how  impressive,  how  solemn  j  how  all  things  are  done  decently  and  in 
order !" 

Scenes  in  our  Parish,  by  "  a  Country  Parson's  Daughter.'1  ] 


Confirmation.  375 

Lion  or  eagle — each  bright  fold 
A  loadstar  to  a  warrior's  eye. 

So  should  thy  champions,  ere  the  strife, 
By  holy  hands  o'er-shadow'cl  kneel, 

So  fearless  for  their  charmed  life, 
Bear,  to  the  end,  thy  Spirit's  seal. 

Steady  and  pure  as  stars  that  beam 

In  middle  heaven,  all  mist  above, 
Seen  deepest  in  the  frozen  stream  : — 

Such  is  their  high  courageous  love. 

And  soft  as  pure,  and  warm  as  bright, 
They  brood  upon  life's  peaceful  hour, 

As  if  the  Dove  that  guides  their  flight 
Shook  from  her  plumes  a  downy  shower. 

Spirit  of  might  and  sweetness  too  ! 

Now  leading  on  the  wars  of  God, 
Now  to  green  isles  of  shade  and  dew 

Turning  the  waste  thy  people  trod  ; 

Draw,  Holy  Ghost,  thy  seven-fold  veil 
Between  us  and  the  fires  of  youth ; 

Breathe,  Holy  Ghost,  thy  freshening  gale. 
Our  fever' d  brow  in  age  to  soothe. 

And  oft  as  sin  and  sorrow  tire, 

The  hallow'd  hour  do  Thou  renew. 


376  Confirmation. 

When  beckon' d  up  the  awful  choir 

By  pastoral  hands,  toward  Thee  we  drew ; 

When  trembling  at  the  sacred  rail 
We  hid  our  eyes  and  held  our  breath, 

Felt  Thee  how  strong,  our  hearts  how  frail, 
And  long'd  to  own  Thee  to  the  death. 

For  ever  on  our  souls  be  trac'd 

That  blessing  dear,  that  dove-like  hand, 

A  sheltering  rock  in  Memory's  waste, 
O'ershadowing  all  the  weary  land. 


fttatrfmons* 


THERE  is  an  awe  in  mortals'  j  oy, 

A  deep  mysterious  fear 
Half  of  the  heart  will  still  employ, 

As  if  we  drew  too  near 
To  Eden's  portal,  and  those  fires 
That  bicker  round  in  wavy  spires, 
Forbidding,  to  our  frail  desires, 

What  cost  us  once  so  dear. 

We  cower  before  th'  heart-searching  eye 
In  rapture  as  in  pain ; 


Matrimony.  377 

Even  wedded  Love,  till  Thou  be  nigh, 

Dares  not  believe  her  gain : 
Then  in  the  air  she  fearless  springs, 
The  breath  of  Heaven  beneath  her  wings, 
And  leaves  her  woodnote  wild,  and  sings 

A  tun'd  and  measur'd  strain. 

Ill  fare  the  lay,  though  soft  as  dew 

And  free  as  air  it  fall, 
That,  with  thine  altar  full  in  view, 

Thy  votaries  would  enthrall 
To  a  foul  dream,  of  heathen  night, 
Lifting  her  torch  in  Love's  despite, 
And  scaring  with  base  wildfire  light 

The  sacred  nuptial  hall. 

Far  other  strains,  far  other  fires, 

Our  marriage  offering  grace ; 
Welcome,  all  chaste  and  kind  desires, 

With  even  matron  pace 
Approaching  down  the  hallow'd  aisle  ! 
Where  should  ye  seek  Love's  perfect  smile, 
But  where  your  prayers  were  learn'd  erewhile, 

In  her  own  native  place  ?* 

Where,  but  on  His  benignest  brow, 
Who  waits  to  bless  you  here  ? 

*    [  Marriage  should  always  be  performed  in  the  church.    There  is  a  de- 
parture in  this  respect  from  her  provisions,  and  from  Christian  propriety, 
much  to  be  regretted.  ] 
2    F 


378  Matrimony* 

Living,  He  own'd  no  nuptial  vow, 

No  bower  to  Fancy  dear : 
Love's  very  self — for  Him  no  need 
To  nurse,  on  earth,  the  heavenly  seed : 
Yet  comfort  in  His  eye  we  read 

For  bridal  joy  and  fear. 

'Tis  He  who  clasps  the  marriage  band, 

And  fits  the  spousal  ring, 
Then  leaves  ye  kneeling,  hand  in  hand, 

Out  of  His  stores  to  bring 
His  Father's  dearest  blessing,  shed 
Of  old  on  Isaac's  nuptial  bed, 
Now  on  the  board  before  ye  spread 

Of  our  all-bounteous  King. 

All  blessings  of  the  breast  and  womb, 
Of  heaven  and  earth  beneath, 

Of  converse  high,  and  sacred  home, 
Are  yours,  in  life  and  death. 

Only  kneel  on,  nor  turn  away 

From  the  pure  shrine,  where  Christ  to-day 

Will  store  each  flower,  ye  duteous  lay, 
For  an  eternal  wreath. 


£*fsttatfon  antr  Communion  of  the  Sirfe. 


0  YOUTH  and  Joy,  your  airy  tread 
Too  lightly  springs  by  Sorrow's  bed, 
Your  keen  eyeglances  are  too  bright, 
Too  restless  for  a  sick  man's  sight. 
Farewell :  for  one  short  life  we  part : 

1  rather  woo  the  soothing  art, 
Which  only  souls  in  sufferings  tried 
Bear  to  their  suffering  brethren's  side. 

Where  may  we  learn  that  gentle  spell  ? 
Mother  of  Martyrs,  thou  canst  tell ! 
Thou,  who  didst  watch  thy  dying  Spouse 
With  pierced  hands  and  bleeding  brows, 
Whose  tears  from  age  to  age  are  shed 
O'er  sainted  sons  untimely  dead, 
If  e'er  we  charm  a  soul  in  pain, 
Thine  is  the  key-note  of  our  strain. 

How  sweet  with  thee  to  lift  the  latch, 
Where  Faith  has  kept  her  midnight  watch, 
Smiling  on  woe :  with  thee  to  kneel, 
Where  fix'd,  as  if  one  prayer  could  heal, 


380       Visitation  and  Communion  of  the  Sick. 

She  listens,  till  her  pale  eye  glow 
With  joy,  wild  health  can  never  know, 
And  each  calm  feature,  ere  we  read, 
Speaks,  silently,  thy  glorious  Creed. 

Such  have  I  seen :  and  while  they  pour'd 
Their  hearts  in  every  contrite  word, 
How  have  I  rather  long'd  to  kneel 
And  ask  of  them  sweet  pardon's  seal ! 
How  bless'd  the  heavenly  music  brought 
By  thee  to  aid  my  faltering  thought ! 
"  Peace"  ere  we  "kneel,  and  when  we  cease 
To  pray,  the  farewell  word  is,  "Peace."* 

I  came  again :  the  place  was  bright 
"  With  something  of  celestial  light"— 
A  simple  altar  by  the  bed 
For  high  Communion  meetly  spread, 
Chalice,  and  plate,  and  snowy  vest. — 
We  ate  and  drank :  then  calmly  blest, 
All  mourners,  one  with  dying  breath, 
We  sate  and  talk'd  of  Jesus'  death. 

Once  more  I  came  :  the  silent  room 
Was  veil'd  in  sadly-soothing  gloom, 
And  ready  for  her  last  abode 
The  pale  form  like  a  lily  show'd, 

*  [  At  his  entrance,  the  minister  says,  "  Peace  be  to  this  house,  and  to 
all  that  dwell  in  it."  The  blessing,  at  the  close,  concludes  with  these  words, 
"The  Lord  lift  up  his  countenance  upon  thee,  and  give  thee  peace  both  now 
and  evermore."  ] 


Visitation  and  Communion  of  the  Sick.         381 

By  virgin  fingers  duly  spread, 
And  priz'd  for  love  of  summer  fled. 
The  light  from  those  soft-smiling  eyes 
Had  fleeted  to  its  parent  skies. 

O  soothe  us,  haunt  us,  night  and  day, 
Ye  gentle  Spirits  far  away, 
With  whom  we  shar'd  the  cup  of  grace, 
Then  parted ;  ye  to  Christ's  embrace, 
We  to  the  lonesome  world  again, 
Yet  mindful  of  th'  unearthly  strain 
Practis'd  with  you  at  Eden's  door, 
To  be  sung  on,  where  angels  soar, 
With  blended  voices  evermore. 


ilttrtat  of  the  Seas* 


And  when  the  Lord  saw  her,  He  had  compassion  on  her,  and  said  unto 
her,  Weep  not.  And  he  came  and  touched  the  bier  (and  they  that  bare  hint 
stood  still)  and  He  said,  Young  man,  I  say  unto  thee,  Arise.  St.  Luke  vii, 
13, 14. 

WHO  says,  the  wan  autumnal  sun 

Beams  with  too  faint  a  smile 
To  light  up  nature's  face  again, 
And,  though  the  year  be  on  the  wane, 

With  thoughts  of  spring  the  heart  beguile  ? 
2  f  2 


U  Burial  of  the  Dead. 

Waft  him,  thou  soft  September  breeze, 

And  gently  lay  him  down 
Within  some  circling  woodland  wall, 
Where  bright  leaves,  reddening  ere  they  fall, 

Wave  gaily  o'er  the  waters  brown. 

And  let  some  graceful  arch  be  there 

With  wreathed  mullions  proud, 
With  burnish'd  ivy  for  its  screen, 
And  moss,  that  glows  as  fresh  and  green 

As  though  beneath  an  April  cloud.— 

Who  says  the  widow's  heart  must  break, 

The  childless  mother  sink  ? — 
A  kinder  truer  voice  I  hear, 
Which  even  beside  that  mournful  bier 

Whence  parents'  eyes  would  hopeless  shrink, 

Bids  weep  no  more — O  heart  bereft, 
How  strange,  to  thee,  that  sound  ! 

A  widow  o'er  her  only  son, 

Feeling  more  bitterly  alone 

For  friends  that  press  officious  round. 

Yet  is  the  voice  of  comfort  heard, 
For  Christ  hath  touch'd  the  bier — 

The  bearers  wait  with  wondering  eye, 

The  swelling  bosom  dares  not  sigh, 
But  all  is  still,  'twixt  hope  and  fear. 


Burial  of  the  Dead.  383 

Even  such  an  awful  soothing  calm 

We  sometimes  see  alight 
On  Christian  mourners,  while  they  wait 
In  silence,  by  some  church-yard  gate, 

Their  summons  to  the  holy  rite. 

And  such  the  tones  of  love,  which  break 

The  stillness  of  that  hour, 
Quelling  th'  embitter'd  spirit's  strife — 
"  The  Resurrection  and  the  Life 

"Am  I:  believe,  and  die  no  more." 

Unchang'd  that  voice — and  though  not  yet 

The  dead  sit  up  and  speak, 
Answering  its  call ;  we  gladlier  rest 
Our  darlings  on  earth's  quiet  breast, 

And  our  hearts  feel  they  must  not  break. 

Far  better  they  should  sleep  awhile 

Within  the  church's  shade, 
Nor  wake,  until  new  heaven,  new  earth, 
Meet  for  their  new  immortal  birth, 

For  their  abiding  place  be  made, 

Than  wander  back  to  life,  and  lean 

On  our  frail  love  once  more. 
'Tis  sweet,  as  year  by  year  we  lose 
Friends  out  of  sight,  in  faith  to  muse 

How  grows  in  Paradise  our  store. 


384  Burial  of  the  Dead. 

Then  pass,  ye  mourners,  cheerly  on, 

Through  prayer  unto  the  tomb, 
Still,  as  ye  watch  life's  falling  leaf, 
Gathering  from  every  loss  and  grief 
Hope  of  new  spring  and  endless  home. 

Then  cheerly  to  your  work  again 
With  hearts  new-brac'd  and  set 
To  run,  untir'd,  love's  blessed  race, 
As  meet  for  those,  who  face  to  face 
Over  the  grave  their  Lord  have  met. 


ffilutrcftuis  of  2S2?omem* 

IS  there,  in  bowers  of  endless  spring, 

One  known  from  all  the  seraph  band 
By  softer  voice,  by  smile  and  wing 
More  exquisitely  bland ! 
Here  let  him  speed:  to-day  this  hallow'd  air 
Is  fragrant  with  a  mother's  first  and  fondest  prayer. 

Only  let  Heaven  her  fire  impart, 

No  richer  incense  breathes  on  earth : 

*  [  Why  is  it  that  this  beautiful  and  most  affecting  rite  is  so  little 
observed?  Ought  not  the  appropriate  thanksgiving,  at  least,  be  offered,  in 
acknowledgement  of  God's  great  mercy,  by  every  mother?  ] 


Churching  of  Women.  385 

44  A  spouse  with  all  a  daughter's  heart," 
Fresh  from  the  perilous  birth, 
To  the  great  Father  lifts  her  pale  glad  eye, 
Like  a  reviving  flower  when  storms  are  hush'd  on  high. 

O  what  a  treasure  of  sweet  thought 

Is  here  !  what  hope  and  joy  and  love 
All  in  one  tender  bosom  brought, 
For  the  all-gracious  Dove 
To  brood  o'er  silently,  and  form  for  heaven 
Each  passionate  wish  and  dream  to  dear  affection  given. 

Her  fluttering  heart,  too  keenly  blest, 

Would  sicken,  but  she  leans  on  Thee, 
Sees  Thee  by  faith  on  Mary's  breast, 
And  breathes  serene  and  free. 
Slight  tremblings  only  of  her  veil  declare* 
Soft  answers  duly  whisper'd  to  each  soothing  prayer, 

We  are  too  weak,  when  Thou  dost  bless, 

To  bear  the  joy — help,  Virgin-born  ! 
By  thine  own  mother's  first  caress, 
That  wak'd  thy  natal  morn ! 
Help,  by  the  unexpressive  smile,  that  made 
A  heaven  on  earth  around  the  couch  where  Thou  wast 
laid! 

*  When  the  woman  comes  to  this  office,  the  rubric  (as  it  was  altered  at 
the  last  review)  directs  that  she  be  decently  apparelled,  i.  e.  as  the  custom 
and  order  was  formerly,  with  a  white  covering  or  veil.  Wheatley  on  the 
Common  Prayer,  c.  xiii.  sect.  i.  3. 


©ommfuattou.* 

THE  prayers  are  o'er:  why  slumberest  thou  so 
long, 
Thou  voice  of  sacred  song? 
Why  swelPst  thou  not,  like  breeze  from  mountain 
cave, 
High  o'er  the-  echoing  nave, 
The  white-rob'd  priest,  as  otherwhile,  to  guide, 
Up  to  the  altar's  northern  side? — 
A  mourner's  tale  of  shame  and  sad  decay 
Keeps  back  our  glorious  sacrifice  to-day : 

The    widow'd    Spouse    of    Christ:    with    ashes 
crown'd, 
Her  Christmas  robes  unbound, 
She  lingers  in  the  porch  for  grief  and  fear, 

Keeping  her  penance  drear. — 
O  is  it  nought  to  you  ?  that  idly  gay, 
Or  coldly  proud,  ye  turn  away  ? 

*  [  "  A  Commination  j  or  denouncing  of  God's  anger  and  judgments  against 
sinners,  with  certain  prayers,  to  be  used  on  the  first  day  of  Lent,  and  at  other 
times,  as  the  ordinary  shall  appoint."  This  service  is  not  retained  in  the 
Liturgy  of  the  American  Church.  ] 


Commination.  387 

But  if  her  warning  tears  in  vain  be  spent, 
Lo,  to  her  alter'd  eye  the  Law's  stern  fires  are  lent. 

Each  awful  curse,  that  on  Mount  Ebal  rang, 

Peals  with  a  direr  clang 
Out  of  that  silver  trump,  whose  tones  of  old 

Forgiveness  only  told. 
And  who  can  blame  the  mother's  fond  affright,* 
Who  sporting  on  some  giddy  height 
Her  infant  sees,  and  springs  with  hurried  hand 
To  snatch  the  rover  from  the  dangerous  strand  ? 

But  surer  than  all  words  the  silent  spell 

(So  Grecian  legends  tell) 
When  to  her  bird,  too  early  scap'd  the  nest, 

She  bares  her  tender  breast. 
Smiling  he  turns  and  spreads  his  little  wing, 
There  to  glide  home,  there  safely  cling. 
So  yearns  our  mother  o'er  each  truant  son, 
So  softly  falls  the  lay  in  fear  and  wrath  begun. 


*    Alluding  to  a  beautiful  anecdote  in  the  Greek  Anthology,  torn,  i,  180,  ed. 
Jacobs.    See  Pleasures  of  Memory,  p.  133. 

[  "While  on  the  cliff  with  calm  delight  she  kneels. 

And  the  blue  vales  a  thousand  joys  recall, 
See,  to  the  last,  last  verge  her  infant  steals  ! 

O  fly — yet  stir  not,  speak  not,  lest  it  fall. 
Far  better  taught,  she  lays  her  bosom  bare, 
And  the  fond  boy  springs  back  to  nestle  there  !" 

Rogers,  from  a  Greek  Epigram  ] 


388  Comminution. 

Wayward   and  spoil'd  she   knows  ye:    the  keen 
blast, 
That  brac'd  her  youth,  is  past: 
The  rod  of  discipline,  the  robe  of  shame — 

She  bears  them  in  your  name : 
Only  return  and  love.     But  ye  perchance 
Are  deeper  plung'd  in  sorrow's  trance : 
Your  God  forgives,  but  ye  no  comfort  take 
Till  ye  have  scourg'd  the  sins  that  in  your  conscience 
ache. 

O  heavy  laden  soul !  kneel  down  and  hear 

Thy  penance  in  calm  fear : 
With  thine  own  lips  to  sentence  all  thy  sin ; 

Then,  by  the  judge  within 
Absolv'd,  in  thankful  sacrifice  to  part 
For  ever  with  thy  sullen  heart, 
Nor  on  remorseful  thoughts  to  brood,  and  stain 
The  glory  of  the  Cross,  forgiven  and  cheer'd  in  vain. 


iForms  of  ^rager  to  fie  use*  at  Sea. 


When  thou  passest  through  the  waters,  I  will  be  with  thee. 

Isaiah  xliii.  2. 

THE  shower  of  moonlight  falls  as  still  and  clear 

Upon  the  desert  main, 
As  where  sweet  flowers  some  pastoral  garden  cheer 

With  fragrance  after  rain  : 
The  wild  winds  rustle  in  the  piping  shrouds, 

As  in  the  quivering  trees : 
Like  summer  fields,  beneath  the  shadowy  clouds 
The  yielding  waters  darken  in  the  breeze. 

Thou  too  art  here  with  thy  soft  inland  tones, 

Mother  of  our  new  birth  ;* 
The  lonely  ocean  learns  thy  orisons, 

And  loves  thy  sacred  mirth  : 
When  storms  are  high,  or  when  the  fires  of  war 

Come  lightening  round  our  course, 
Thou  breath'st  a  note  like  music  from  afar, 

Tempering  rude  hearts  with  calm  angelic  force. 


*    [  The  Church.  ] 
2    G 


390  Forms  of  Prayer  to  be  used  at  Sea. 

Far,  far  away,  the  homesick  seaman's  hoard, 

Thy  fragrant  tokens  live, 
Like  flower-leaves  in  a  precious  volume  stor'd, 

To  solace  and  relieve 
Some  heart  too  weary  of  the  restless  world  ; 

Or  like  thy  sabbath  Cross,* 
That  o'er  the  brightening  billow  streams  unfurl'd, 
Whatever  gale  the  labouring  vessel  toss. 

O  kindly  soothing  in  high  Victory's  hour, 

Or  when  a  comrade  dies, 
In  whose  sweet  presence  sorrow  dares  not  lower. 

Nor  Expectation  rise 
Too  high  for  earth ;  what  mother's  heart  could  spare 

To  the  cold  cheerless  deep 
Her  flower  and  hope  ?  but  thou  art  with  him  there, 

Pledge  of  the  untir'd  arm  and  eye  that  cannot  sleep : 

The  eye  that  watches  o'er  wild  Ocean's  dead, 

Each  in  his  coral  cave, 
Fondly  as  if  the  green  turf  wrapt  his  head 

Fast  by  his  father's  grave. — 
Our  moment,  and  the  seeds  of  life  shall  spring 

Out  of  the  waste  abyss, 
And  happy  warriors  triumph  with  their  King 

In  worlds  without  a  sea,t  unchanging  orbs  of  bliss. 

*    [  The  allusion  is  to  the  British  flag,  bearing  a  Cross,  which  is  always 
displayed  on  Sundays.  ] 
t    And  there  was  no  more  sea.    Rev.  xxi.  1. 


ffiuupototrcr  JSTreaaou* 

[November  5.] 

As  thou  hast  testified  of  me  at  Jerusalem,  so  must  thou  also  bear  witness  at 
Rome.    Acts  xxiii.  11. 

BENEATH  the  burning  eastern  sky 

The  Cross  was  rais'd  at  morn  : 
The  widow' d  Church  to  weep  stood  by, 

The  world,  to  hate  and  scorn. 

Now,  journeying  westward,  evermore 

We  know  the  lonely  Spouse 
By  the  dear  mark  her  Saviour  bore 

Trac'd  on  her  patient  brows. 

At  Rome  she  wears  it,  as  of  old 

Upon  th'  accursed  hill : 
By  monarchs  clad  in  gems  and  gold, 

She  goes  a  mourner  still. 


*  [  The  5th  of  November  is  kept  as  a  holiday  by  the  Church  of  England 
in  commemoration  of  the  wonderful  preservation  vouchsafed  to  her  on  that 
day,  in  the  year  1605,  by  the  discover}'  of  the  Gunpowder  Plot.  ] 


392  Gunpowder  Treason. 

She  mourns  that  tender  hearts  should  bend 

Before  a  meaner  shrine, 
And  upon  Saint  or  Angel  spend 

The  love  that  should  be  thine. 

By  day  and  night  her  sorrows  fall 

Where  miscreant  hands  and  rude 

Have  stain'd  her  pure  ethereal  pall 
With  many  a  maityr's  blood. 

And  yearns  not  her  parental  heart, 
To  hear  their  secret  sighs, 

Upon  whose  doubting  way  apart 
Bewildering  shadows  rise  ? 

Who  to  her  side  in  peace  would  cling, 
But  fear  to  wake,  and  find 

What  they  had  deem'd  her  genial  wing 
Was  Error's  soothing  blind. 

She  treasures  up  each  throbbing  prayer : 
Come,  trembler,  come  and  pour 

Into  her  bosom  all  thy  care, 
For  she  has  balm  in  store. 

Her  gentle  teaching  sweetly  blends 
With  the  clear  light  of  Truth 

The'  aerial  gleam  that  Fancy  lends 
To  solemn  thoughts  in  youth, — 


Gunpowder  Treason.  393 

If  thou  hast  lov'd,  in  hours  of  gloom, 

To  dream  the  dead  are  near, 
And  people  all  the  lonely  room 

With  guardian  spirits  dear, 

Dream  on  the  soothing  dream  at  will : 

The  lurid  mist  is  o'er, 
That  show'd  the  righteous  suffering  still 

Upon  th'  eternal  shore. 

If  with  thy  heart  the  strains  accord, 

That  on  His  altar-throne 
Highest  exalt  thy  glorious  Lord, 

Yet  leave  Him  most  thine  own; 

O  come  to  our  Communion  Feast: 

There  present  in  the  heart, 
Not  in  the  hands,  th'  eternal  Priest 

Will  his  true  self  impart. — 

Thus,  should  thy  soul  misgiving  turn 

Back  to  th'  enchanted  air, 
Solace  and  warning  thou  mayst  learn 

From  all  that  tempts  thee  there. 

And  0 !  by  all  the  pangs  and  fears 

Fraternal  spirits  know, 
When  for  an  elder's  shame  the  tears 
Of  wakeful  anguish  flow, 
2  g2 


394  Gunpowder  Treason. 

Speak  gently  of  our  sister's  fall : 
Who  knows  but  gentle  love 

May  win  her  at  our  patient  call 
The  surer  way  to  prove  ?* 


SUttg  Charles  the  fWartgr.t 

[January  30.] 

This  is  thankworthy,  if  a  man  for  conscience  towards  God  endure  grief, 
suffering  wrongfully.    1  St.  Peter  ii.  19. 

PRAISE  to  our  pardoning  God  !  though  silent  now 
The  thunders  of  the  deep  prophetic  sky, 

Though  in  our  sight  no  powers  of  darkness  bow 
Before  th'  Apostles'  glorious  company; 

The  Martyrs'  noble  army  still  is  ours, 

Far  in  the  North  our  fallen  days  have  seen 


*  [  Would  that  there  were  more  to  join  in  this,  as  truly  wise  as  it  is  truly 
pious,  sentiment !  What  have  Christian  men  to  do  with  calling  down  fire  from 
heaven  ?  When  was  conversion  ever  effected  by  compulsion  ?  Or  what  was 
it  worth  when  effected  ?  "  A  soft  answer  turneth  away  wrath,  but  grievous 
words  stir  up  anger."  ] 

t  [  The  anniversary  of  the  beheading  of  King  Charles  I.,  in  1649,  com- 
memorated in  the  calendar  of  the  Church  of  England.  ] 


King  Charles  the  Martyr.  395 

How  in  her  woe  the  tenderest  spirit  towers, 
For  Jesus'  sake  in  agony  serene. 

Praise  to  our  God !  not  cottage  hearths  alone, 

And  shades  impervious  to  the  proud  world's  glare, 

Such  witness  yield :  a  monarch  from  his  throne 
Springs  to  his  Cross  and  finds  his  glory  there. 

Yes :  wheresoe'er  one  trace  of  thee  is  found, 
As  in  the  Sacred  Land,  the  shadows  fall : 

With  beating  hearts  we  roam  the  haunted  ground, 
Lone  battle  field,  or  crumbling  prison  hall. 

And  there  are  aching  solitary  breasts, 

Whose  widow'd  walk  with  thought  of  thee  is  cheer'd, 
Our  own,  our  royal  Saint :  thy  memory  rests 

On  many  a  prayer,  the  more  for  thee  endear'd. 

True  son  of  our  dear  Mother,  early  taught 
With  her  to  worship  and  for  her  to  die, 

Nurs'd  in  her  aisles  to  more  than  kingly  thought, 
Oft  in  her  solemn  hours  we  dream  thee  nigh. 

For  thou  didst  love  to  trace  her  daily  lore, 
And  where  we  look  for  comfort  or  for  calm, 

Over  the  self-same  lines  to  bend,  and  pour 

Thy  heart  with  hers  in  some  victorious  psalm. 

And  well  did  she  thy  loyal  love  repay ; 

When  all  forsook,  her  Angels  still  were  nigh, 


396  King  Charles  the  Martyr. 

Chain'd  and  bereft,  and  on  thy  funeral  way, 
Straight  to  the  Cross  she  turn'd  thy  dying  eye,* 

And  yearly  now,  before  the  Martyrs'  King, 

For  thee  she  offers  her  maternal  tears, 
Calls  us,  like  thee,  to  His  dear  feet  to  cling, 

And  bury  in  His  wounds  our  earthly  fears. 

The  Angels  hear,  and  there  is  mirth  in  Heaven, 
Fit  prelude  of  the  joy,  when  spirits  won 

Like  thee  to  patient  Faith,  shall  rise  forgiven, 

And  at  their  Saviour's  knees  thy  bright  example  own. 

*  His  Majesty  then  bade  him  (Mr.  Herbert)  withdraw ;  for  he  was  about  an 
hour  in  private  with  the  Bishop'(Juxon):  and  being  called  in,  the  Bishop  went 
to  prayer  j  and  reading  also  the  27th  chapter  of  the  Gospel  of  St.  Matthew, 
which  relateth  the  passion  of  our  Blessed  Saviour.  The  King,  after  the  ser- 
vice was  done,  asked  the  Bishop,  if  he  had  made  choice  of  that  chapter,  being 
so  applicable  to  his  present  condition  ?  The  Bishop  replied,  u  May  it  please 
your  Gracious  Majesty,  it  is  the  proper  lesson  for  the  day,  as  appears  by  the 
Calendar  j"  which  the  King  was  much  affected  with,  so  aptly  serving  as  a 
seasonable  preparation  for  his  death  that  day. 

Herbert's  Memoirs,  p.  131. 


STJie  Restoration  of  the  Rog.il  jFamtlg.* 

[Mat  29.] 

And  Barzillai  said  unto  the  King,  How  long  have  I  to  live,  that  I  should  go 
up  with  the  King  unto  Jerusalem  ?    2  Sam.  xix.  34. 

AS  when  the  Paschal  week  is  o'er, 
Sleeps  in  the  silent  aisles  no  more 

The  breath  of  sacred  song, 
But  by  the  rising  Saviour's  light 
Awaken' d  soars  in  airy  flight, 

Or  deepening  rolls  along  ;t 

The  while  round  altar,  niche,  and  shrine, 
The  funeral  evergreens  entwine, 

And  a  dark  brilliance  cast, 
The  brighter  for  their  hues  of  gloom, 
Tokens  of  Him,  who  through  the  tomb 

Into  high  glory  pass'd  : 

*  [  The  anniversary  of  the  Restoration  of  Charles  II.  to  the  throne,  in 
1660,  commemorated  in  the  Church  of  England.  ] 

f  The  organ  is  silent  in  many  Churches  during  Passion  week :  and  in 
some  it  is  the  custom  to  put  up  evergreen  boughs  at  Easter,  as  well  as  at 
Christmas  time. 


398         The  Restoration  of  the  Royal  Family. 

Such  were  the  lights  and  such  the  strains, 
When  proudly  stream'd  o'er  Ocean  plains 

Our  own  returning  Cross  ; 
For  with  that  triumph  seem'd  to  float 
Far  on  the  breeze  one  dirgelike  note 

Of  orphanhood  and  loss. 

Father  and  King,  O  where  art  thou  ? 
A  greener  wreath  adorns  thy  brow, 

And  clearer  rays  surround  ; 
O  for  one  hour  of  prayer  like  thine, 
To  plead  before  th'  all-ruling  shrine 

For  Britain  lost  and  found  ! 

And  he,*  whose  mild  persuasive  voice 
Taught  us  in  trials  to  rejoice, 

*    Read  Fell's  Life  of  Hammond,  p.  283—296,  Oxford,  1806. 

[  "At  the  opening  of  the  year  1660,  when  every  thing  visibly  tended  to 
the  reduction  of  his  Sacred  Majesty,  and  all  persons  in  their  several  stations 
began  to  make  way  and  prepare  for  it,  the  good  doctor  (Hammond)  was,  by 
the  fathers  of  the  Church,  desired  to  repair  to  London,  there  to  assist  in  the 
composure  of  breaches  in  the  Church  :  which  summons  as  he  resolved  unfit 
either  to  dispute  or  disobey,  so  could  he  not,  without  much  violence  to  his  in- 
clinations, submit  unto.  But,  finding  it  his  duty,  he  diverted  all  the  uneasi- 
ness of  antipathy  and  aversation  into  a  deliberate  preparation  of  himself  for 
this  new  theatre  of  affairs,  on  which  he  was  to  enter.  Where  his  first  care 
was  to  fortify  his  mind  against  the  usual  temptations  of  business,  place  and 
power.  And  to  this  purpose,  besides  his  earnest  prayers  to  God  for  his  assis- 
tance and  disposal  of  him  entirely  to  his  glory,  and  a  diligent  survey  of  all 
his  inclinations,  and  therein  those  which  were  his  more  open  and  less  defen- 
sible parts,  he  farther  called  in,  and  solemnly  adjured  that  friend  of  his,  with 
whom  he  had  the  nearest  opportunity  of  commerce,  to  study  and  examine 
the  last  ten  years  of  his  life,  and  with  the  justice  due  to  a  Christian  friend- 


The  Restoration  of  the  Royal  Family.         399 

Most  like  a  faithful  Dove, 
That  by  some  ruin'd  homestead  builds, 
And  pours  to  the  for&aken  fields 

His  wonted  lay  of  love  : 

ship  to  observe  the  failances  of  all  kinds,  and  show  them  to  him :  which 
being  accordingly  attempted,  the  product,  after  a  diligent  inquest,  only  prov- 
ing the  representation  of  such  defects  which  might  have  passed  for  virtue  in 
another  person;  his  next  prospect  was  abroad,  what  several  ways  he  might 
do  good  unto  the  public  :  and  knowing  that  the  diocese  of  Worcester  was,  by 
the  favour  of  his  majesty,  designed  his  charge,  he  thought  of  several  oppor- 
tunities of  charity  unto  that  place,  and,  among  others,  particularly  cast  in  his 
mind  for  the  repair  of  the  cathedral  church,  and  laid  the  foundation  of  a 
considerable  advance  unto  that  work.  Which  early  care  is  here  mentioned 
as  an  instance  of  his  inflamed  desire  of  doing  good,  and  singular  zeal  to  the 
house  of  God,  and  the  restoring  of  a  decent  worship  in  a  like  decent  place  : 
for  otherwise  it  was  far  from  his  custom  to  look  forward  into  future  events. 
but  still  to  attend  and  follow  after  Providence,  and  let  every  day  bear  its  own 
evil.  And  now,  considering  that  the  nation  was  under  its  great  crisis  and 
most  hopeful  method  of  its  cure,  which  yet,  if  palliate  and  imperfect,  would 
only  make  way  to  more  fatal  sickness,  he  fell  to  his  devotions  on  that  behalf, 
and  made  those  two  excellent  prayers,*  which  were  published  immediately 

*  [  See  Works,  vol.  i.  727.  The  following  is  submitted  as  a  specimen, 
from  the  former  of  them. 

'*  O  blessed  Lord,  who  in  thine  infinite  mercy  didst  vouchsafe  to  plant  a 
glorious  Church  among  us,  and  now  in  thy  just  judgment  hast  permitted  our 
sins  and  follies  to  root  it  up,  be  pleased  at  last  to  resume  thoughts  of  peace 
towards  us,  that  we  may  do  the  like  to  one  another.  Lord,  look  down  from 
heaven,  the  habitation  of  thy  holiness,  and  behold  the  ruins  of  a  desolated 
Church,  and  compassionate  to  see  her  in  the  dust.  Behold  her,  O  Lord,  not 
only  broken,  but  crumbled,  divided  into  so  many  sects  and  factions,  that  she 
no  longer  represents  the  Ark  of  the  God  of  Israel,  where  the  covenant  and 
the  manna  were  conserved,  but  the  Ark  of  Noah,  filled  with  all  various  sorts 
of  unclean  beasts :  and  to  complete  our  misery  and  guilt,  the  spirit  of  divi- 
sion hath  insinuated  itself  as  well  into  our  affections  as  our  judgments  :  that 
badge  of  discipleship  which  thou  recommendedst  to  us  is  cast  off,  and  all  the 
contrary  wrath  and  bitterness,  anger  and  clamour,  called  in  to  maintain  and 
widen  our  breaches.  O  Lord,  how  long  shall  we  thus  violate  and  defame 
that  gospel  of  peace  that  we  profess  !  How  long  shall  we  thus  madly  defeat 
ourselves,  and  lose  that  Christianity  which  we  pretend  to  strive  for !  O  thou 


400         The  Restoration  of  the  Royal  Family. 

Why  comes  he  not  to  bear  his  part, 
To  lift  and  guide  th'  exulting  heart  ? — 
A  hand  that  cannot  spare 

after  his  death,  as  they  had  been  made  immediately  before  his  sickness,  and 
were  almost  the  very  last  thing  he  wrote. 

"  Being  in  this  state  of  mind,  fully  prepared  for  that  new  course  of  life, 
which  had  nothing  to  recommend  it  to  his  taste  but  its  unpleasantness  (the 
best  allective  unto  him),  he  expected  hourly  the  peremptory  mandate  which 
was  to  call  him  forth  of  his  beloved  retirements. 

"  But  in  the  instant,  a  more  importunate,  though  infinitely  more  welcome 
summons  engaged  him  on  his  last  journey :  for,  on  the  4th  of  April,  he  was 
seized  with  a  sharp  fit  of  the  stone,  with  those  symptoms  that  are  usual  in 
such  cases  ;  which  yet,  upon  the  voidance  of  a  stone,  ceased  for  that  time. 
However,  on  the  8th  of  the  same  month,  it  returned  again  with  greater  vio- 
lence :  and  though  after  two  days  the  pain  decreased,  the  suppression  of  urine 
yet  continued,  with  frequent  vomitings,  and  a  distention  of  the  whole  body, 
and  likewise  shortness  of  breath,  upon  any  little  motion.  When,  as  if  he  had, 
by  some  instinct,  a  certain  knowledge  of  the  issue  of  his  sickness,  he  almost,  at 
its  first  approach,  conceived  himself  in  hazard :  and  whereas  at  other  times, 
when  he  saw  his  friends  about  him  fearful,  he  was  used  to  reply  cheerfully, 
11  that  he  was  not  dying  yet ;"  now  in  the  whole  current  of  his  disease,  he 

which  makest  men  to  be  of  one  mind  in  a  house,  be  pleased  so  to  unite  us, 
that  we  may  be  perfectly  joined  together  in  the  same  mind,  and  in  the  same 
judgment.  And  now  that  in  civil  affairs  there  seems  some  aptness  to  a  com- 
posure, O  let  not  our  spiritual  differences  be  more  unreconcilable.  Lord, 
let  not  the  roughest  winds  blow  out  of  the  sanctuary  :  let  not  those  which 
should  be  thy  ambassadors  for  peace  still  sound  a  trumpet  for  war :  but  do 
thou  reveal  thyself  to  all  our  Elijahs,  in  that  still  small  voice  which  may 
teach  them  to  echo  thee  in  the  like  meek  treatings  with  others.  Lord,  let 
no  unseasonable  stiffness  of  those  that  are  in  the  right,  no  perverse  obstinacy 
of  those  that  are  in  the  wrong,  hinder  the  closing  of  our  wounds  ;  but  let  the 
one  instruct  in  meekness,  and  be  thou  pleased  to  give  the  other  repentance  to 
the  acknowledgement  of  the  truth.  To  this  end,  do  thou,  O  Lord,  mollify  all 
exasperated  minds,  take  off  all  animosities  and.prejudices,  contempt  and 
heart-burnings,  and,  by  uniting  their  hearts,  prepare  for  the  reconciling  their 
opinions.  And  that  nothing  may  intercept  the  clear  sight  of  thy  truth,  Lord, 
let  all  private  and  secular  designs  be  totally  deposited,  that  gain  may  no  lon- 
ger be  the  measure  of  our  godliness,  but  the  one  great  and  common  con- 
cernment of  truth  and  peace  may  be  unanimously  and  vigorously  pursued, 
&c."  J 


The  Restoration  of  the  Royal  Family.        401 

Lies  heavy  on  his  gentle  breast : 
We  wish  him  health ;  he  sighs  for  rest, 
And  Heaven  accepts  the  prayer. 


never  said  any  thing  to  avert  suspicion,  but  addressed  unto  its  cure,  telling 
his  friends  with  whom  he  was,  ■  that  he  should  leave  them  in  God's  hands, 
who  could  supply  abundantly  all  the  assistance  they  could  either  expect  or 
desire  from  him,  and  who  would  so  provide,  that  they  should  not  find  his 
removal  any  loss.'  And  when  he  observed  one  of  them  with  some  earnest- 
ness pray  for  his  health  and  continuance,  he  with  tender  passion  replied, 
1 1  observe  your  zeal  spends  itself  all  in  that  one  petition  for  my  recovery ;  in 
the  interim  you  have  no  care  of  me  in  my  greatest  interest,  which  is,  that  I 
may  be  perfectly  fitted  for  my  change  when  God  shall  call  me  :  I  pray  let 
some  of  your  fervour  be  employed  that  way.'  And  being  pressed  to  make  it 
his  own  request  to  God  to  be  continued  longer  in  the  world,  to  the  service  ot 
the  Church,  he  immediately  began  a  solemn  prayer,  which  contained,  first,  a 
very  humble  and  melting  acknowledgement  of  sin,  and  a  most  earnest  inter- 
cession for  mercy  and  forgiveness  through  the  merits  of  his  Saviour :  next, 
resigning  himself  entirely  into  his  Maker's  hands,  he  begged  that  if  the 
divine  wisdom  intended  him  for  death,  he  might  have  a  due  preparation  for 
it  j  but  if  his  life  might  be  in  any  degree  useful  to  the  Church,  even  to  one 
single  soul,  he  then  besought  Almighty  God  to  continue  him,  and  by  his 
grace  to  enable  him  to  employ  that  life  he  so  vouchsafed,  industriously  and 
successfully.  After  this  he  did  with  great  affection  intercede  for  this  Church 
and  nation,  and  with  particular  vigour  and  enforcement  prayed  for  sincere 
performance  of  Christian  duty,  now  so  much  decayed,  to  the  equal  supplant- 
ing and  scandal  of  that  holy  calling;  that  those  who  professed  that  faith,  might 
live  according  to  the  rules  of  it,  and  to  the  form  of  godliness,  superadd  the 
power.  This,  with  some  repetitions,  and  more  tears,  he  pursued,  and  at  last 
closed  all  in  a  prayer  for  the  several  concerns  of  the  family  where  he  was. 
With  this  he  frequently  blessed  God  for  so  far  indulging  to  his  infirmity, as  to 
make  his  disease  so  painless  to  him ;  withal  to  send  it  to  him  before  he  took 
his  journey,  whereas  it  might  have  taken  him  in  the  way  or  at  his  inn,  with 
far  greater  disadvantages."  Bishop  FelPs  Life  of  Dr.  Hammond,  in  Words- 
worth's Ecclesiastical  Biography,  vol.  V.  p.  428.  ] 

2h 


402         The  Restoration  of  the  Royal  Family. 

Yes,  go  in  peace,  dear  placid  spright, 
111  spar'd  ;  but  would  we  store  aright 

Thy  serious  sweet  farewell, 
We  need  not  grudge  thee  to  the  skies, 
Sure  after  thee  in  time  to  rise, 

With  thee  for  ever  dwell. 

Till  then,  whene'er  with  duteous  hand, 
Year  after  year,  my  native  Land 

Her  royal  offering  brings, 
Upon  the  Altar  lays  the  Crown, 
And  spreads  her  robes  of  old  renown 

Before  the  King  of  Kings. 

Be  some  kind  spirit,  likest  thine, 
Ever  at  hand,  with  airs  divine 

The  wandering  heart  to  seize  ; 
Whispering,  "  How  long  hast  thou  to  live, 
fck  That  thou  shouldst  Hope  or  Fancy  give 

•4  To  flowers  or  crowns  like  these  ?" 


Eht  ^ccrsmott.* 


As  I  was  with  Moses,  so  will  I  be  with  thee :  I  will  never  leave  thee,  nor 
forsake  thee.    Joshua  i.  5. 

THE  voice  that  from  the  glory  came 

To  tell  how  Moses  died  unseen, 
And  waken  Joshua's  spear  of  flame 

To  victory  on  the  mountains  green, 
Its  trumpet  tones  are  sounding  still, 

When  Kings  or  Parents  pass  away, 
They  greet  us  with  a  cheering  thrill 

Of  power  and  comfort  in  decay. 

Behind  the  soft  bright  summer  cloud 

That  makes  such  haste  to  melt  and  die, 
Our  wistful  gaze  is  oft  allow'd 

A  glimpse  of  the  unchanging  sky : 
Let  storm  and  darkness  do  their  worst; 

For  the  lost  dream  the  heart  may  ache, 
The  heart  may  ache,  but  may  not  burst : 

Heaven  will  not  leave  thee  nor  forsake. 

*    [  The  anniversary  of  the  day  on  which  the  reigning  King  comes  to  the 
throne.  ] 


404  T7ie  Jlccession. 

One  rock  amid  the  weltering  floods, 

One  torch  in  a  tempestuous  night, 
One  changeless  pine  in  fading  woods : — 

Such  is  the  thought  of  Love  and  Might, 
True  might  and  ever-present  Love, 

When  Death  is  busy  near  the  throne, 
And  Sorrow  her  keen  sting  would  prove 

On  Monarchs  orphan'd  and  alone. 

In  that  lorn  hour  and  desolate, 

Who  could  endure  a  crown  ?  but  He, 
Who  singly  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 

Is  near,  to  whisper,  "  Lean  on  me: 
"  Thy  days  of  toil,  thy  nights  of  care, 

"  Sad  lonely  dreams  in  crowded  hall, 
"  Darkness  within,  while  pageants  glare 

"  Around — the  Cross  supports  them  all." 

O  Promise  of  undying  Love ! 

While  Monarchs  seek  thee  for  repose, 
Far  in  the  nameless  mountain  cove 

Each  pastoral  heart  thy  bounties  knows. 
Ye,  who  in  place  of  shepherds  true 

Come  trembling  to  their  awful  trust, 
Lo  here  the  fountain  to  imbue 

With  strength  and  hope  your  feeble  dust. 

Not  upon  Kings  or  Priests  alone 

The  power  of  that  dear  word  is  spent ; 


The  Accession.  405 

It  chants  to  all  in  softest  tone 

The  lowly  lesson  of  Content: 
Heaven's  light  is  pour'd  on  high  and  low  ; 

To  high  and  low  Heaven's  Angel  spake ; 
"  Resign  thee  to  thy  weal  or  woe, 

"  I  ne'er  will  leave  thee  nor  forsake." 


HMftfuatum. 


After  this,  the  Congregation  shall  be  desired  secretly  in  their  prayer3  to 
make  their  humble  supplications  to  God  for  all  these  things ;  for  the  which 
prayers  there  shall  be  silence  kept  for  a  space. 

After  which  shall  be  sung  or  said  by  the  Bishop  (the  persons  to  be  ordained 
Priests  all  kneeling),  "  Veni,  Creator  Spiritus." 

Rubric  in  the  Office  for  Ordering  of  Priests. 

'TWAS  silence  in  thy  temple,  Lord, 

When  slowly  through  the  hallow'd  air 

The  spreading  cloud  of  incense  soar'd, 

Charg'd  with  the  breath  of  Israel's  prayer. 

'Twas  silence  round  thy  throne  on  high, 

When  the  last  wondrous  seal  unclos'd,* 

And  in  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Thine  armies  awfully  repos'd. 


*    Rev.  viii.  1.    When  He  had  opened  the  seventh  seal,  there  was  silence 
in  Heaven  for  the  space  of  half  an  hour. 

2h2 


406  Ordination. 

And  this  deep  pause,  that  o'er  us  now 
Is  hovering — comes  it  not  of  Thee  ? 

Is  it  not  like  a  Mother's  vow, 

When  with  her  darling  on  her  knee, 

She  weighs  and  numbers  o'er  and  o'er 

Love's  treasure  hid  in  her  fond  breast, 

To  cull  from  that  exhaustless  store 

The  dearest  blessing  and  the  best? 

And  where  shall  Mother's  bosom  find, 
With  all  its  deep  love-learned  skill, 

A  prayer  so  sweetly  to  her  mind, 
As,  in  this  sacred  hour  and  still, 

'  Is  wafted  from  the  white-rob'd  choir, 

Ere  yet  the  pure  high-breathed  lay, 
•;  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire," 
Rise  floating  on  its  dovelike  way. 

And  when  it  comes,  so  deep  and  clear 
The  strain,  so  soft  the  melting  fall, 

It  seems  not  to  th'  entranced  ear 

Less  than  thine  own  heart-cheering  call, 

Spirit  of  Christ — thine  earnest  given 

That  these  our  prayers  are  heard,  and  they,* 

*  [  It  were  much  to  be  desired,  that  the  prayers  "  for  those  to  be  admitted 
into  Holy  Orders,"  which  are  included  among  the  occasional  prayers  which 
follow  immediately  after  the  Litany,  should  be  used  as  often  as  maybe,  pre- 
viously to  every  ordination.  The  effect  could  not  but  be  favourable,  not 
only  on  the  candidate  for  whom,  but  on  the  congregation  by  whom,  they  are 
used.  ] 


Ordination.  407 

Who  grasp,  this  hour,  the  sword  of  Heaven, 
Shall  feel  thee  on  their  weary  way. 

Oft  as  at  morn  or  soothing  eve 

Over  the  Holy  Fount  they  lean, 
Their  fading  garland  freshly  weave, 

Or  fan  them  with  thine  airs  serene. 

Spirit  of  Light  and  Truth  !  to  Thee 

We  trust  them  in  that  musing  hour, 

Till  they,  with  open  heart  and  free, 

Teach  all  Thy  word  in  all  its  power. 

When  foemen  watch  their  tents  by  night, 
And  mists  hang  wide  o'er  moor  and  fell, 

Spirit  of  Counsel  and  of  Might, 

Their  pastoral  warfare  guide  Thou  well. 

And  O !  when  worn  and  tir'd  they  sigh 
With  that  more  fearful  war  within, 

When  Passion's  storms  are  loud  and  high, 
And  brooding  o'er  remember'd  sin 

The  heart  dies  down* — O  mightiest  then, 
Come  ever  true,  come  ever  near, 

*   [  CJe  <£ttitnaL 

Alas  for  me  if  I  forget 

The  memory  of  that  day 
Which  fills  my  waking  thoughts,  nor  yet 

E'en  sleep  can  take  away  ! 


408  Ordination. 

And  wake  their  slumbering  love  again, 
Spirit  of  God's  most  holy  Fear ! 


In  dreams  I  still  renew  the  rites 
Whose  strong  but  mystic  chain 

The  spirit  to  its  God  unites, 
And  none  can  part  again. 

How  oft  the  Bishop's  form  I  see, 

And  hear  that  thrilling  tone 
Demanding  with  authority 

The  heart  for  God  alone ; 
Again  I  kneel  as  then  I  knelt, 

While  he  above  me  stands, 
And  seem  to  feel  as  then  I  felt 

The  pressure  of  his  hands. 

Again  the  priests  in  meet  array, 

As  my  weak  spirit  fails, 
Beside  me  bend  them  down  to  pray 

Before  the  chancel  rails  ; 
As  then,  the  sacramental  host 

Of  God's  elect  are  by, 
When  many  a  voice  its  utterance  lost, 

And  tears  dimmed  many  an  eye. 

As  then  they  on  my  vision  rose, 

The  vaulted  aisles  I  see, 
And  desk  and  cushioned  book  repose 

In  solemn  sanctity, — 
The  mitre  o'er  the  marble  niche, 

The  broken  crook  and  key, 
That  from  a  Bishop's  tomb  shone  rich 

With  polished  tracery ; 

The  hangings,  the  baptismal  font, 
All,  all,  save  me  unchanged, 

The  holy  table,  as  was  wont, 
With  decency  arranged ; 


Ordination.  409 

The  linen  cloth,  the  plate,  the  cup, 

Beneath  their  covering  shine, 
Ere  priestly  hands  are  lifted  up 

To  bless  the  bread  and  wine. 

The  solemn  ceremonial  past, 

And  I  am  set  apart 
To  serve  the  Lord,  from  first  to  last. 

With  undivided  heart  3 
And  I  have  sworn,  with  pledges  dire 

Which  God  and  man  have  heard, 
To  speak  the  holy  truth  entire 

In  action  and  in  word. 

O  thou  who  in  thy  holy  place 

Hast  set  thine  orders  three, 
Grant  me,  thy  meanest  servant,  grace 

To  win  a  good  degree  j 
That  so  replenished  from  above 

And  in  my  office  tried, 
Thou  may'st  be  honoured,  and  in  love 

Thy  Church  be  edified '. 

Rev.  William,  Croswell  ] 


(Contents. 


Morning,  .....  17 
Evening,  .  21 
Advent  Sunday,  .....  24 
Second  Sunday  in  Advent.  The  Signs  of  the  Times,  30 
Third  Sunday  in  Advent.  The  Travellers,  .  33 
Fourth  Sunday  in  Advent.  Dimness,  .  .  37 
Christmas  Day,  .....  41 
St.  Stephen's  Day,  .  .  .  .46 
St.  John's  Day,  .....  50 
The  Holy  Innocents,  .  .  .  .52 
First  Sunday  after  Christmas.  The  Sun-dial  of  Ahaz.  56 
The  Circumcision  of  Christ,  .  .  .  .59 
Second  Sunday  after  Christmas.  The  Pilgrim's  Song,  63 
The  Epiphany,  .  .  .  .  .  67 
First  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  The  Nightingale,  .  71 
Second  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  The  Secret  of  Perpet- 
ual Youth,  .  .  .  .  .  74 
Third  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  The  Good  Centurion,  78 
Fourth  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  The  World  is  for  Ex- 
citement, the  Gospel  for  Soothing,  .  .  82 
Fifth  Sunday  after  Epiphany.     Cure  Sin  and  you  cure 

Sorrow,             .....  S5 


412 


Contents. 


Sixth  Sunday  after  Epiphany.     The  Benefits  of  Uncer- 
tainty, ......    -80 

Septuagesima  Sunday,  .  .  .  .93 

Sexagesima  Sunday,  ....  96 

Quinquagesima  Sunday,  ....     100 

Ash- Wednesday,  ....  104 

First  Sunday  in  Lent.    The  City  of  Refuge,     .  .     107 

Second  Sunday  in  Lent.     Esau's  Forfeit,  .  110 

Third  Sunday  in  Lent.     The  Spoils  of  Satan,  .     114 

Fourth  Sunday  in  Lent.     The  Rosebud,     .  .  117 

Fifth  Sunday  in  Lent.     The  Burning  Bush,     .  .     121 

Palm  Sunday.     The  Children  in  the  Temple,  .  125 " 

Monday  before  Easter.     Christ  waiting  for  the  Cross,      128 
Tuesday  before  Easter.    Christ  refusing  the  Wine  and 
•     Myrrh,        .  .  '  .  .  .  .132 

Wednesday  before  Easter.    Christ  in  the  Garden,  135 

Thursday  before  Easter.    The  Vision  of  the  latter  days,  139 
Good  Friday,         .....  143 

Easter  Eve,       ......    147 

Easter  Day,  .  .  .  .  .151 

Monday  in  Easter  Week.     St.  Peter  and  Cornelius,        155 
Tuesday  in  Easter  Week.    The  Snow  Drop,         .  158 

First  Sunday  after  Easter.      The  Restless  Pastor  re- 


proved, 
Second  Sunday  after  Easter 
Third  Sunday  after  Easter. 
Fourth  Sunday  after  Easter. 
Fifth  Sunday  after  Easter. 
Ascension  Day, 
Sunday  after  Ascension, 
Whitsunday, 


Balaam, 
Languor  and  Travail, 
The  Dove  on  the  Cross, 
Rogation  Sunday, 


161 
165 
169 
173 
177 
181 
185 
189 


Contents.  413 

Monday  in  Whitsun-Week.    The  City  of  Confusion,     192 
Tuesday  in  Whitsun-Week.     Holy  Orders,     .  .     197 

Trinity  Sunday,       .....  201 

First  Sunday  after  Trinity.     Israel  among  the  Ruins  of 
Canaan,  .....  204 

Second  Sunday  after  Trinity.    Charity  the   Life  of 

Faith,  .  .  .  .  •  207 

Third  Sunday  after  Trinity.    Comfort  for  Sinners  in 

the  presence  of  the  Good,-       .  .  .  211 

Fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity.    The  Groans  of  Nature,    213 
Fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity.     The  Fishermen  of  Beth- 

saida,         ......    216 

Sixth  Sunday  after  Trinity.    The  Psalmist  repenting,     221 
Seventh  Sunday  after  Trinity.    The  Feast  in  the  Wil- 
derness, .....  225 

Eighth  Sunday  after  Trinity.    The  Disobedient  Pro- 
phet,   .  .  .  .  .  .228 

Ninth  Sunday  after  Trinity.     Elijah  in  Horeb,  .    231 

Tenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.    Christ  weeping  over  Je- 
rusalem,    ......    235 

Eleventh  Sunday  after  Trinity.     Gehazi  reproved,  238 

Twelfth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  The  Deaf  and  Dumb,  241 
Thirteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  Moses  on  the  Mount,  245 
Fourteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  The  Ten  Lepers,  250 
Fifteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.    The  Flowers  of  the 

Field, 253 

Sixteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.     Hope  is  better  than 

Ease, 256 

Seventeenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.    EzekiePs  Vision  in 

the  Temple,  .  .  .  .  .259 

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414  Contents. 

Eighteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.     The  Church  in  the 

Wilderness,  .  .  .  .  .263 

Nineteenth  Sunday  after  Trinity.    Shadrach,  Meshach, 

and  Abednego,  .....  268 
Twentieth  Sunday  after  Trinity.  Mountain  Scenery,  271 
Twenty-first  Sunday  after  Trinity.    The  Redbreast  in 

September,       .  274 

Twenty-second  Sunday  after  Trinity.     The  Rule  of 

Christian  Forgiveness,  I  .  .   '       277 

Twenty-third  Sunday  after  Trinity.     The  Forest  Leaves 

in  Autumn,         .....         280  . 
Twenty-fourth  Sunday  after  Trinity.     Imperfection  of 

Human  Sympathy,       ....  283 

Twenty-fifth  Sunday  after  Trinity.     The  two  Rainbows,  286 
Sunday  next  before  Advent.     Self-examination  before 

Advent,      .  .  .  .  .  .289 

St.  Andrew's  Day,  ....  293 

St.  Thomas  the  Apostle,  .  .  .    297 

Conversion  of  St.  Paul,       .  .  .  .  302 

The  Purification  of  St.  Mary  the  Virgin,  .  .    307 

St.  Matthias'  Day,  .  .  .  .  312 

The  Annunciation  of  the  Blessed  Virgin  Mary,  .    315 

St.  Mark's  Day,       .  319 

St.  Philip  and  St.  James's  Day,  .  .  .322 

St.  Barnabas  the  Apostle,  .  .  .  325 

St.  John  Baptist's  Day,  .  .  .  .329 

St.  Peter's  Day,       .....  333 

St.  James  the  Apostle,  .  .  .  .    338 

St.  Bartholomew  the  Apostle,         .  .  .  341 

St.  Matthew  the  Apostle,  .  .  .  .345 

St.  Michael  and  all  Angels,  .  .  .  349 


Contents.  415 

St.  Luke  the  Evangelist,  ....    353 

St.  Simon  and  St.  Jude,  Apostles,  .  .  358 

All  Saints'  Day,  .  .  .  ■  .362 

Holy  Communion,  ....  365 

Holy  Baptism,  .  .  .  .  .369 

Catechism,  .....  371 

Confirmation,  .....    374 

Matrimony,  .  .  .  .  .  376 

Visitation  and  Communion  of  the  Sick,  .  .    379 

Burial  of  the  Dead,  ....  381 

Churching  of  Women,  ....    384 

Commination,  .....  386 

Forms  of  Prayer  to  be  used  at  Sea,       .  .  .    389 

Gunpowder  Treason,  ....  391 

King  Charles  the  Martyr,         ....    394 
The  Restoration  of  the  Royal  Family,        .  .  397 

The  Accession,  .  .  .  .  .403 

Ordination.  .....  405 


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